Poet Quotes

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That ...

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came ...

The poet is rather one who inspires than one inspired.

And on the pedestal these words appear:'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mi...

It is clear enough that not every something can be elevated to the rank of a thing - otherwise every...

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an exc...

I have wished you something None of the others would....

I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by childr...

Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't ...

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Every man is a poet when he is in love.

For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet

A poet, you see, is a light thing, and winged and holy, and cannot compose before he gets inspiratio...

The reason is that they utter these words of theirs not by virtue of a skill, but by a divine power ...

Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy ...

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

we want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have tran...

For sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great...

If you think your world isn’t poetic enough, or exciting enough to tell a story about, that’s not be...

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: "It's over---," even when from the stage ...

Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personal...

Read the lines as if they were unknown to you, and you will feel in your inmost self how very much t...

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with maje...

All men are poets at heart.

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profit...

There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that i...

God is the perfect poet.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-c...

Are you just a car salesman or are you a poet too?” “I've never been accused of poetry before.

I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter Aug...

Just as the poet is a menace to conformity, he is also a constant threat to political dictators. He ...

He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize hi...

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human,...

For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has bee...

God takes away the minds of poets, and uses them as his ministers, as he also uses diviners and holy...

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my w...

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poe...

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

He was to them like the poet of a new school who takes his contemporaries by storm; who is not reall...

Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their ...

For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat,...

The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive...

I clearly understand, first, that the real human being is a poet and, second, that [the tyrant] is t...

A poet is somebody who has written a poem.

I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Songs of myselfI am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are ...

The American bards shall be marked for generosity and affection and for encouraging competitors… . T...

One's-Self I Sing One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the wo...

I do not say these things for a dollar, or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat;

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irri...

How to be a Poet (to remind myself)Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upo...

I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that h...

To my way of thinking the function of the poet is to make us aware of what we know and don't know we...

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace ...

Question not, but live and labourTill yon goal be won,Helping every feeble neighbour,Seeking help fr...

The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enor...

The so-called poet with his vague dreams and ideals is indeed no better than a harmless lunatic; the...

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand al...

Inscriptions here of various Names I view'd,The greater part by hostile time subdu'd;Yet wide was sp...

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet;...

Villon our sad bad glad mad brother's name.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsbe...

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediat...

And she tried the high heels but she couldn't bring herself to prance.

There is also a fable told by Phaedrus, about how Simonides was once a victim of shipwreck. As the o...

I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.

The here, the now and the individual have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, ...

Last year I had a very unusual experience. I was awake, with my eyes closed, when I had a dream. It ...

In the forty minutes I watched the muskrat, he never saw me, smelled me, or heard me at all. When he...

Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fi...

The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is ...

All at once, something wonderful happened, although at first, it seemed perfectly ordinary. A female...

I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people eve...

A kind of northing is what I wish to accomplish, a single-minded trek towards that place where any s...

Xerxes, I read, ‘halted his unwieldy army for days that he might contemplate to his satisfaction’ th...

And under the cicadas, deeper down that the longest taproot, between and beneath the rounded black r...

Say you could view a time-lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving th...

I want to think about trees. Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment....

You are God. You want to make a forest, something to hold the soil, lock up energy, and give off oxy...

Shadow is the blue patch where the light doesn’t hit. It is mystery itself, and mystery is the ancie...

I was in no tent under leaves, sleepless and glad. There was no moon at all; along the world’s coast...

It looked as though the leaves of the autumn forest had taken flight, and were pouring down the vall...

Those people who shoot endless time-lapse films of unfurling roses and tulips have the wrong idea. T...

Were the earth as smooth as a ball bearing, it might be beautiful seen from another planet, as the r...

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any mor...

I am sitting here, you are sitting there. Say even that you are sitting across the kitchen table fro...

If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," I...

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onT...

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.

Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.

I think it’s vital. It’s odd to me because many people say we live in these awful times and we need ...

A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet.

The poet gives his whole life such a voluntarily steep incline that it is impossible for it to exist...