Quotes by Women Poets

Emily Dickinson

Anna Akhmatova

Nadine Gordimer

Margaret Atwood

Wisława Szymborska

Amanda Gorman

Marina Tsvetaeva

My desk, most loyal friend
thank you. You've been with me on
every road I've taken.
My scar and my protection.

Marina Tsvetaeva

When all is said and done, monotony may after all be the best condition for creation.

Lady Margaret Sackville

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

I tasted - careless - then -
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World - Did you?
Oh, had you told me so -
This Thirst would blister - easier - now

Emily Dickinson

Five minutes! Zounds! I have been five minutes too late all my life-time!

Well, but the joy to see my works in print!
Myself too pictur'd in a mezzo-tint!

Mary Jones (poet)

Various random experiments, cut-ups, fold-ins, juxtapositions, timed writings of other kinds, the "objects assignment" which involves dream, adventure, ancestry. Writing outside, writing on moving vehicles. Looking at paintings in the grand museums of the world in a proscribed way.Little strategies to keep the lalita - play or dance - going. Sometimes it's lonely you know, just you and your own imagination.

That enchantment that I lightly took
Out of the lovely April is for ever.

You should speak out because if you don't, it's going to harm you.

Claudia Rankine

Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear — Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.

The flowers withered,
Their color faded away,
While meaninglessly I spent my days in the world And the long rains were falling.

Did I, my lines intend for public view,How many censures, would their faults pursue,Some would, because such words they do affect,Cry they're insipid, empty, uncorrect.And many, have attained, dull and untaught,The name of wit, only by finding fault.True judges, might condemn their want of wit,And all might say, they're by a woman writ.

Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.

Edith M. Thomas

Learn the particular strength of the Fibonacci series, a balanced spiraling outward of shapes, those golden numbers which describe dimensions of sea shells, rams' horns, collections of petals and generations of bees.

My mother raises rare blooms
and waters them with tea
her birth waters sang like rivers
my mother is now me.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man...

University students are rarely able to cope with universals and death is the most embarrassing universal.

Kate Cruise O'Brien

It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it?-No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink-Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

We talked about and that has always been a puzzle to me
why American men think that success is everything
when they know that eighty percent of them are not
going to succeed more than to just keep going and why
if they are not why do they not keep on being
interested in the things that interested them when
they were college men and why American men different
from English men do not get more interesting as they
get older.

The light would show (if it could harden)
Eternities of kitchen garden

Why did I buy it? What was I thinking? It's all wrong. Tacky, but not in a good way. It looks suburban. It spells housewife. Too nurturing. I don't even have kids. No one will take me seriously. It must have been the lighting. I was in a hurry. I don't even want to return it. Just get it out of here. Throw it away.

Maybe we all want to burn off across the horizon, into space, perhaps, to take off into some unknown territory and meet ourselves out there.

There is only one proper way to wear a beautiful dress: to forget you are wearing it.

Delphine de Girardin

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.