First Lines
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Sea Fever, John Masefield
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stoping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach.
Sonnet 43, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter....
Kidnap poem, Yolande Cornelia "Nikki" Giovanni, Jr.,
Poetry
Subject Guide
Why Poetry?
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
- Dead Poet's Society (movie)
