Prompt Nights – When armed with the license to Quote – [13]

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“A good book should leave you slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it.” -William Styron

“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” -Charles W. Eliot

“Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own.” -William Hazlitt

“To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations — such is a pleasure beyond compare.” -Kenko Yoshida

“The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it.” – James Bryce

“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” -Toni Morrison

Book lovers! Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting week at Prompt Nights. I can’t believe that the month of April is almost over. It was truly amazing with the events which were taking place the entire month i.e. NaPoWriMo at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month which was hosted by my dear friends Rommy Driks and Magaly Guerrero. Tonight, I want you guys to indulge in the world of books. Write a poem or prose piece which is inspired by your favorite author. It can range from an autobiography to a novel. Whichever strikes your poetic muse. You can also opt and choose your favourite quote and go along with it. The possibilities are endless. For further inspiration please refer to the four amazing poems below:

And Yet The Books 

by Czesław Miłosz

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are,” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Where My Books Go

by William Butler Yeats

ALL the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.

Good Books

by  Edgar Guest

Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
They will not call you on the phone
Or wake you if the hour is late.
They stand together row by row,
Upon the low shelf or the high.
But if you’re lonesome this you know:
You have a friend or two nearby.

The fellowship of books is real.
They’re never noisy when you’re still.
They won’t disturb you at your meal.
They’ll comfort you when you are ill.
The lonesome hours they’ll always share.
When slighted they will not complain.
And though for them you’ve ceased to care
Your constant friends they’ll still remain.

Good books your faults will never see
Or tell about them round the town.
If you would have their company
You merely have to take them down.
They’ll help you pass the time away,
They’ll counsel give if that you need.
He has true friends for night and day
Who has a few good books to read.

There is a Land

Notes on art of Poetry

by  Dylan Thomas

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.


So pick up a pen and lets begin! As always the prompt will remain open the entire week so that everyone can write according to their own pace and time. Please click on the blue widget below. When it opens be sure to click on “add your link.” Now skip the blanks and proceed directly to “try here” written at the end in small font. It will direct you on how to link your poem. Please visit other Poets and do comment on their poems. Have fun ❤

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