Free Verse Quotes
Free Verse Quote of the day
Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.
I never abandoned either forms or freedom. I imagine that most of what could be called free verse is in my first book. I got through that fairly early.
I am not at all clear what free verse is anymore. That's one of the things you learn not to know.
I switch between fixed forms and free verse often, and enjoy being a poet who can "swing both ways," so to speak.
Free verse is chained in sentence-to-sentence links and breaks free in line breaks.
But in a lot of ways my poems are very conventional, and it's no big deal for me to write a poem in either free verse or strict form; modern poets can, and do, do both.
I started wanting desperately to say something, to make a point, to be heard - and I still feel that way. Free verse served me best when I embarked on poetry.
There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.
..."vers libre, " (free verse) or nine-tenths of it, is not a new metre any more than sleeping in a ditch is a new school of architecture.
And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.
When did you first fall in love?""I think, I first fell in lovewhen I was in fifth gradewith this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it.
in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.
Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.
It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how.
Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out of their eyes.
From our solitudewe shall create, forge songs, pour in the reflectionof the stars and refresh the mindabout the silk-ridden roads that wait for them who have forgotten to feel.
You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.