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Jimi Hendrix · Purple Haze, 1967
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57 quotes on poetry and the craft of writing — from the classics to the everyday.
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“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
Pablo Neruda
“Then came the June stillness, the heavy heat, the throbbing silence of the summer afternoon.”
L. M. Montgomery
“It is the month of June, the month of leaves and roses, when pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.”
Nathaniel Parker Willis · The Month of June
“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.”
James Russell Lowell · The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
“There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.”
John Gregory Brown · Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery
“To her, the name of father was another name for love.”
Fanny Fern
“You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
E.E. Cummings
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.”
Alfred Tennyson
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.”
Rumi
“That you are here, that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.”
Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass, 1855; quoted by Keating
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying.”
Robert Herrick · To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, 1648; quoted by Keating
“O Captain! My Captain!”
Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass, 1865; quoted throughout Dead Poets Society
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.”
John Keating · Dead Poets Society, 1989
“The only way out is through.”
Robert Frost · A Servant to Servants, 1914
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost · Letter to Louis Untermeyer, 1916
