Quotes of: Edgar Keyword

If you have any power at all from being popular, then you have a duty to help people out.

Arabella Weir

The goal, I submit, is obvious: subjugating the world (which is barbarian, dangerous, envious and ungrateful) to US power for the sake of America's interests.

Breyten Breytenbach

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

Sonia Sanchez

I've stopped caring about skeptics, but if they libel or defame me they will end up in court.

Uri Geller

Create a compelling vision, one that takes people to a new place, and then translate that vision into a reality.

Warren Bennis

...make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

William Congreve

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

William Congreve

It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.

W. H. Davies

Hence a ship is said to head the sea, when her course is opposed to the setting or direction of the surges.

William Falconer

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

William Dean Howells

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

Wilfred Owen

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

Wilfred Owen

She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for more of it, though she hadn't understood why. Now she held inside her a cacophony of times and lately ...

The Story of Edgar Sawtelle

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

The Collected Poems of William H. Davies

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

The Captive & The Fugitive

One wants to be understood because one wants to be loved, and one wants to be loved because one loves.

The Captive & The Fugitive

She that in life and love refuses me, In death and shame my partner she shall be.

The Changeling

I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile.

The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

The Color Purple

The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity.

Claims for Poetry