#poems

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No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!


Andy Richter


#emily #i #know #poems

There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory.


Philip Levine


#always #am #because #grew #i

But I can't and don't ever want to write bell-yanking confetti-tossing hat-throwing poems.


Andrew Motion


#i #poems #want #write

In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.


Peter Porter


#each #illustrations #in other words #kind #only

I was writing notes, but not composing poems. The Hunter began to develop out of this fragmented process.


George Murray


#composing #develop #fragmented #hunter #i

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.


Paul Celan


#basic #between #cannot #difference #hands

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.


Joan Miro


#colors #i #like #music #notes

O Deus Ego Amo Te Oh God, I love Thee mightily, Not only for Thy saving me, Nor yet because who love not Thee Must burn throughout eternity. Thou, Thou, my Jesu, once didst me Embrace upon the bitter Tree. For me the nails, the soldier's spear, With injury and insult, bear- In pain all pain exceeding, In sweating and in bleeding, Yea, very death, and that for me A sinner all unheeding! O Jesu, should I not love Thee Who thus hast dealt so lovingly- Not hoping some reward to see, Nor lest I my damnation be; But as Thyself hast loved me, So love I now and always Thee, Because my King alone Thou art, Because, O God, mine own Thou art!


Robert Hugh Benson


#jesus #poems #art

This wobbly world host to insects and lint and a thousand pithy ways to feel unserious each minute It brings about a great softening of the mind, like the clouded edges of sea glass (this filter you could download and apply) A poultice or an opiate, rigidly individual. Alone and erasing sentences to splinters. (Poem No. 5)


Erin J. Watson


#life #mind #poems #poetry #world

Don't ask me what it means; ask me how it felt.


Jill Telford


#poems #poetry #self-publishing #art