poetry
poetry
Resist much, obey little.
Leaves of Grass
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
A Room of One's Own
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
The Waste Land
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
Letters to a Young Poet
Every angel is terrifying.
Duino Elegies