Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. – Edward Payson Rod
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be seen, and what was thought ought to be seen. – Marvel Bell
Poetry is not only a set of words which are chosen to relate to each other it is something which goes much further than that to provide a glimpse of our vision of the world. – Tahar Ben Jelloun