20th-century Poet Quotes
I was raised to feel that doing nothing was a sin. I had to learn to do nothing.
There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.
I swore I'd be in Chicago tomorrow, and made sure of that, taking a bus to Chicago, spending most of my money, and didn't give a damn, just as long as I'd be in Chicago tomorrow.
Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet –
Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.
you who are, for me, the postmarks again
of shattered towns--Xenia, Burnt Cabins,
given away in poems, only their solitude kept.
Map age genes place of origin
and love's lineaments. For mapped onto each body is love. Carthography of one's own country
or the contours of a foreign land
Ingrid de Kok
Whom the gods do not intend to destroy, they first make mad with poetry.
I don't agree with mathematics; the sum total of zeros is a frightening figure.
Stanisław Jerzy Lec
Remember the war against Franco?
That's the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs.
There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life
The last cobwebs
of fog in the
black firtrees are flakes
of white ash in the world's hearth.
I am more and more engrossed with the single poetic theme of Life and Death, for there doesn't seem to be any question more directly relevant than this one of what survives of all the beloved.
My best performances were when I was 30 years old, and I was a vegan.
Science is concerned with finding out and stating the facts: poetry's task is to give you the look, the smell, the taste, the "feel" of those facts.
Cecil Day Lewis
It is night,
And it is vanity, and age
Blackens the heart of Adam. Fear,
The yellow chirper, beaks its cage.
Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both.
In spite of all their kind some elements of worth
With difficulty persist here and there on earth.
O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty
That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough,
Why do we like being Irish? Partly because
It gives us a hold on the sentimental English
As members of a world that never was,
Baptized with fairy water
And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford,
Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
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In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.
Theodor W. Adorno
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