Born: May 5, 1942
J. Patrick Lewis
A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.
I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.
Spotted Park Bench
I am a park bench.
Ordinary words cannot
express my thoughts on birds.
Poetry is frosted fire.
Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns.
Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.
Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses
I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.
A bad book owes to many trees | A forest of apologies.
Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss