Top 41 Quotes & Sayings by Anne Stevenson

I have always made my own rules, in poetry as in life - though I have tried of late to cooperate more with my family. I do, however, believe that without order or pattern poetry is useless.

My earlier poems were sadder than my poems are today, perhaps because I wrote them in confusion or when I was unhappy. But I am not a melancholy person, quite the contrary, no one enjoys laughing more than I do.

I remain loyal to Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Schubert in music and to Shakespeare and Jane Austen in literature.

Poets should ignore most criticism and get on with making poetry.

Writing in a strict form can surprise you.

Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.

Many varieties of sonnet, of course, have been written over the ages.

Looking back at it now, any objective account of my life is bound to read like a cross between 'The Wife of Bath's Tale' and a travel brochure.

I truly hate marketing promotions, and I don't at all approve of encouraging wannabe poets to write bad poetry.

I never wanted to be a pop star.

I don't like poetry that just slaps violent words on a canvas, as it were.

I've cancelled all my subscriptions to poetry magazines. I prefer to read the 'New Scientist.'

I like rhyme because it is memorable, I like form because having to work to a pattern gives me original ideas.

Blake has always been a favorite, the lyrics, not so much the prophetic books, but I suppose Yeats influenced me more as a young poet, and the American, Robert Frost.

I work very hard on all my poems, but most of the work consists of trying not to sound as if I had worked. I try to make them sound as natural as possible, but within a quite strict form, which to my ears has a lot to do with musical rhythm and sound.

Yes, I do often write poems from the mind, but I hope I don't ignore feelings and emotions.

I'm not really quiet or shy. Ask any of my friends! But I always ground my poetry in life itself. Poetry is an art of language, though, so I am always aware of every word's meaning, or multiple meanings.

Sylvia Plath was just a month and a half older than I, and when she committed suicide I was only 30 - and very shocked and sorry. I never knew her personally.

I did know Ted Hughes and I partly wrote the book to explain to myself and others the complexities of a marriage that was for six years wonderfully productive of poetry and then ended in tragedy.

Poets these days, like artists and composers, have won for themselves almost unlimited freedom. You can pass yourself off as a painter without being able to draw, as a composer without being conscious of key relationships, and as a poet without making yourself familiar with traditional verse forms.

Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.

I write, or used to write, to explain to myself situations I couldn't otherwise solve or understand. Meditation comes very naturally to me.

I think a poet, like a painter, should be a craftsperson.

A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.

I play with language a great deal in my poems, and I enjoy that. I try to condense language, that is, I try to express complicated but I hope real emotions as simply as possible. But that doesn't mean the poems are simple, just that they are as truthful as I can make them.

Have you ever heard of a pianist who never had to practice - or of an architect who didn't bother to find out why buildings stand up?

I am now seventy, rather glad, really, that I won't live to see the horrors to come in the 21st century.

I dislike literary jargon and never use it. Criticism has only one function and that is to help readers read and understand literature. It is not a science, it is an aid to art.

When everything is for 'fun' nothing is for the good.

I married a young Englishman in Cambridge in 1955 and have lived in Britain every since.

There is far too much literary criticism of the wrong kind. That is why I never could have survived as an academic.

Mind led body to the edge of the precipice. They stared in desire at the naked abyss. If you love me, said mind, take that step into silence. If you love me, said body, turn and exist.

My soul, how will I recognize you if we meet?

Blackbirds are the cellos of the deep farms.

A hobbyhorse can be a tiring ride for nonenthusiasts.

The sea is as near as we come to another world.

There comes a time when you have to trust your own judgment, when you must close your eyes and let your instinct rule you.

You sleep with a dream of summer weather, wake to the thrum of rain—roped down by rain. Nothing out there but drop-heavy feathers of grass and rainy air. The plastic table on the terrace has shed three legs on its way to the garden fence. The mountains have had the sense to disappear. It's the Celtic temperament—wind, then torrents, then remorse. Glory rising like a curtain over distant water. Old stonehouse, having steered us through the dark, docks in a pool of shadow all its own. That widening crack in the gloom is like good luck. Luck, which neither you nor tomorrow can depend on.

There's no friend like someone who has known you since you were five.

democracy is dying. We are ruled by faceless bureaucrats and lecherous puritans. ... You think about it. 'All right for me but not for you' is their philosophy.

You've got criminal courts and child welfare officials refusing to do their jobs and protect children so they can shift the cases over to family court where predatory professionals can turn a dirty buck off the atrocities committed against children.