What did Billy Collins mean by: But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow. - Billy Collins Poet · USA Copy
+ All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Green, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ Form is any aspect of a poem that encourages it to stay whole and not drift off into chaos. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Aspect, Chaos, Form, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ I sit in the dark and wait for a little flame to appear at the end of my pencil. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Dark, Flames, Writing, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ The mind can be trained to relieve itself on paper. Feraz Zeid, July 7, 2023December 12, 2023, Billy Collins, Mind, Paper, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Heart, Wall, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ Until recently, I thought ‘occasional poetry’ meant that you wrote only occasionally. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Occasional, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ life is a loaded gun that looks right at you with a yellow eye. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Eye, Gun, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
+ The trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Billy Collins, Poetry, Trouble, Writing, 0 - Billy Collins Poet · USA
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
