I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out. Download Download Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Rotate quotes eye pen poet
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. John Cleveland bedbreakbreed Change image and share on social
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home. John Cleveland cainchangeconfine Change image and share on social
My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. John Cleveland channeldescriptiondisturbance Change image and share on social
A man of letters never objects to a slum. He sharpens his pen there. George A. Moore lettermanobject Change image and share on social
For poets today or in any age, the choice is not between freedom on the one hand and abstruse French forms on the other. The choice is between the nullity and vanity of our first efforts, and the developing of a sense of idiom, form, structure, metre, rhythm, line - all the fundamental characteristics of this verbal art. James Fenton abstruseageart share on social