"The poetry of sleep."  From The Witchery of Sleep by Willard Moyer, 1903.

"Except to the poet, the age of poetry is always past."  From Sentences and Paragraphs by John Davidson, 1895.

From Sandhya, Songs of Twilight by Dhan Gopal Mukerji, 1917.

"One cannot feed on poesy nor clothe oneself in words, they hold her, but why should she believe that?"  From Australian Women's Weekly, 1952.

Today's snake who just dotes on poetry is from Can You Believe Me Stories by Alicia Aspinwall, 1909.

This is how we initially misread it, as "poetry" instead of "poverty."

From XYZ and Other Poems by John Lascelles, 1894. 

Most poems are fashioned with pencils or ink, but the finer ones are oil painted.  Unless this title is likening poems to sardines in oil, as opposed to sardines in mustard.  (We prefer our sardine poems in mustard.)  From Poems In Oil by Will Ferrell, 1919.

One secret to writing poetry: a quill pen and a feather in one's cap.  From Hamilton Normal School's 1936 yearbook.

A handy tip for keeping the wolf from the door -- read poetry to it.  From Phil May's Illustrated Winter Annual, 1896.

From Bluff Your Way In Poetry by Nick Yapp, 1989.

Here's why more poems don't get published.  From Hampden-Sydney College's 1911 yearbook.

Reblog if you are rudely awakened by the night mares of poetry and original ideas.  From Phillips University's 1919 yearbook.

From Birmingham-Southern's 1920 yearbook.

"Dead is a nonsense.  But a real one.  And one of us is dead."  From The Force by Peter Redgrove, 1966.

We were researching what the night contains and shouldn't have been surprised to discover sheet ghosts.  Do you agree that it is sheets ghosts who, in the final lines here, billow down lanes at dusk, like a mist of bleached portraits that don't exist, "who walk like a shivering laundry of shifted humanity"?  From The Force by Peter Redgrove, 1966.  See Of Feeding & Caring For Sheet Ghosts.

"Poetry tells of inevitable revolution (but if it's inevitable, why write poetry)"  From The Varsity, March 5, 1976.

From Sarnia's 1934 yearbook.

From Bluff Your Way In Poetry by Nick Yapp, 1989.  (However, we don't say we've spent three days and nights reading The New Apocalyptics.  Rather, we say -- truthfully -- that we've been reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead.)

From The George Washington Ghost, 1926.