#poem

The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam, whether it takes ultimate shape in a law of physics or a law of the land, a poem or a policy, a sonata or a mechanical computer. ↗

— Alfred Whitney Griswold

#computer #divine #finger #god #land

The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. ↗

— Mata Hari

#each #movement #poem #which #word

A true poem is a thing of awe. A true poem is a struggle unto death. A true poem is another land Where one sojourns When one is past deaths door. A true poem is made of words that linger on when all the others in one's life are washed away: one single kernel, but one from which can sprout life all anew. Stream then all over me Arusubanya of the world. Perhaps one day,one day, my mouth will burst asunder to utter but two words for simple souls which,as they grow,will sprout ripe stars which even now I am searching for. ↗

— Trefossa

#suriname #death

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#chaps #explaining #go #going #how

Things are always terrible for some people. The question is the ratio of the palpable hurt to the general session of life in an era. ↗

— Maureen N. McLane

#hurt #life #outlook #pain #poem

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#arranging #bowl #crowded #day #flowers

Klopstock was questioned regarding the meaning of a passage in his poem. He replied, 'God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.' ↗

— Cesare Lombroso

#both #god #his #i #knew

Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. ↗

— Thomas Lynch

#enough is enough #life #own #poems #seem

What does it take to make a day? A lot of loves along the way... ↗

— Stidger

#love

At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar. ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#brushes #force #frustrated #getting #go