#poe

I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love #poetry #shakespeare #love

I first got involved in theater in 1968, at the height of a social tumult. I was a poet. ↗

— August Wilson

#got #height #i #involved #poet

An educator will teach the students. An Educarer will reach the students. ↗

— Tanya R. Liverman

#inspiration #leadership #poetry #education

A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic. ↗

— Beatrice Wood

#except #harvard #his #mind #poet

Nothing Stay Forever" "Nature’s first green is gold, "Her hardest hue to hold. "Her early leaf’s a flower; "But only so an hour. "Then leaf subsides to leaf. "So Eden sank to grief, "So dawn goes down today. "Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost ↗

— S.E. Hinton

#poetry #nature

...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?... ↗

— John Geddes

#faithful #poet #priest #art

I think that at a certain age, say fifteen or sixteen, poetry is like masturbation. But later in life good poets burn their early poetry, and bad poets publish it. Thankfully I gave up rather quickly. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#poetry #talent #youth #age

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#poems #love

The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#old-age #poetry #youth #age

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. ↗

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

#frontiers #ignores #like #poetry