Quotes by : Simon Armitage

The melancholy comes over me, the dismal misery of not knowing where I am, or perhaps losing any sense....

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.

Prose fills a space, like a liquid poured in from the top, but poetry occupies it, arrays itself in formation,....

This misfortune you find is of your own manufacture.Keep hold of what you have, it will harm no other,for....

And wonder, dread and warhave lingered in that landwhere loss and love in turnhave held the upper hand.....