If she were a poet, she'd do it with words.

It was beautiful!

Yes. The Poet's Vocation.

And that sentimental poetry

You like those lines by Heine?

My darling Gigliola, the poet said,

A friend of mine has a slogan he's another poet.

It's a line from a poem by John Keats.

That's Hölderlin, isn't it?

Machine a thing of beauty, and a joy forever. Perfect running.

It's nice poetry, but that can't exactly be right.

That made an impression on me in the 1930s.

We will now sing hymn number 256... 2, 5, 6... omitting verses three and four.

It's a very small form, like a joke, a poem, a magic trick or a song, very compact form.

And a terrible ordeal it was, I remember hearing you murder the lines.

So let me leave you then with a few words from another poet, if you'll forgive me.

The way the last lines are written, when you've read the other two, is no longer about God's presence.

I often wondered if perhaps Shakespeare was thinking of Thaxmead when he wrote those lines.

What verses?

In a celebrated line, the Irish poet W.B. Yeats asked How can we know the dancer from the dance? Although the poet apos s context was of course vastly different, I am reminded of the question by the CD apos s exhaustive debate over objectives and process.

Poems. I have to write poems.

Poet Suheir Hammad performs two spine tingling spoken word pieces What I Will and break meditations on war and peace, on women and power. Wait for the astonishing line Do not fear what has blown up. If you must, fear the unexploded.

But if people love poetry, they love poets.

And the poem begins with a certain species of forgetfulness that someone called literary amnesia, in other words, forgetting the things that you have read.

Spoken word poetry is the art of performance poetry.

A poet with no poems, a painter with no paintings...

They are poems by Aleardi, my favorite poet.

The poem?

Li Bai's work is the most famous of Chinese poetry.

You've a poet in you but it's a damn morbid one.

For nothing, for poetry's sake... and at the behest of a wandering echo and because the oldest things lie in the present.

Poetry.

The swan?

The makings of a poet?

because I started writing poetry to you. Poetry.

I started with a poem, I'll end with one.

I read about him. He writes poetry on postcards.

He writes poetry?

The poem was great.

Oh, coming. Parrish.

Yeah.

Delores?

Ralph Waldo Emerson described language as fossil poetry.

Li concluded his statement with the message, delivered via three lines by two canonical Chinese poets from the ancient Tang and Song dynasties, that his home was where he felt safe. The subtext to any literate Chinese was clear China may be my ancestral country, but I am a free man, free to choose my home.

I tell people it involves creating poetry that doesn't just want to sit on paper, that something about it demands it be heard out loud or witnessed in person.