Poetry Quotes

I believe in spectacles, but I think eyes necessary too.

The intensest feeling of the beauty of a cloud lighted by the setting sun, is no hindrance to my kno...

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

One must speak in such a way that although someone else, or many others, or an infinite number of pe...

Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental br...

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six h...

Not in all ways (of course), but the animals you know have power: they have abilities humans lack, c...

As to whether a poem has been written by a great poet or not, this is important only to historians o...

We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors.

Sometimes, looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I come to the end of ...

Who among us has not suddenly looked into his child's face, in the midst of the toils and troubles o...

In general, dividing literature into prose and poetry began with the appearance of prose, for only i...

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn...

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.

Everything has its poetry. 94

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,But soft... behold!A s...

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

To pray you open your whole selfTo sky, to earth, to sun, to moonTo one whole voice that is youAnd k...

The creative act amazes me. Whether it's poetry, whether it's music, it's an amazing process, and it...

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the vis...

A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is apanther poised in a cypress tree about to jum...

All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice.

Your friends, and your associates, and the people around you, and the environment that you live in, ...

If food is poetry, is not poetry also food?

Recuerdo que algún día yo le hablé de mi río y una como tormenta se agitó en sus estrañas. No sé si...

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

Poetry is a political act because it involves telling the truth.

Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd wit...

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing ...

Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the ...

I am talking about the responsibility of the poet, who is irresponsible by definition, an anarchist ...

Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary tries in vain to lock inside every free word.

Thirsty for being, the poet ceaselessly reaches out to reality, seeking with the indefatigable harpo...

and if iif i ever let love gobecause the hatred and the whisperingsbecome a phantom dictate i o-bey ...

Like poetry, fashion does not state anything. It merely suggests

It is true that a mathematician who is not somewhat of a poet, will never be a perfect mathematician...

Nothingwould beeasier withoutyou,because youare everything,all of it-sprinkles, quarks, giantdonuts,...

The words were good words, Ulysses felt, maybe even great words, but the list was very incomplete. H...

...the imagination works not so much through inspiration as through perseverance. One must slog thro...

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object o...

when we were eleven, say, we really weren't interested in each other's poems at all. . . . But we di...

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

Some mysterious revenge of nature has seen to it that no poem in praise of drink or tobacco (or snuf...

The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's trenchancy can so wou...

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.

Her close friends have gathered.Lord, ain't it a shameGrieving togetherSharing the blame.But when sh...

My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone,...

Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?Listen closely:You'll...

I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and san...

I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class, and our Eng...

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Pleasured equallyIn seeking as in finding,Each detail minding,Old Walt went seekingAnd finding.

Out of love,No regrets--Though the goodnessBe wasted forever.Out of love,No regrets--Though the retu...

The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.

Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drive...

Epic poetry exhibits life in some great symbolic attitude. It cannot strictly be said to symbolize l...

But the gravest difficulty, and perhaps the most important, in poetry meant solely for recitation, i...

We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape cla...

A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick. If, when you...

Love is poetry plus biology.

See it was like this when we waltz into this place.A couple of papish cats is doing an Aztec two-ste...

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sun...

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

I am awaitingperpetually and forevera renaissance of wonder

Don't patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his bo...

I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy

Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

Decide if a poem is a question or a declaration, a meditation or an outcry.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

I think the term poet is a very exalted term and should be applied to a man at the end of his work. ...

At first first nothing will happen to usand later on it will happen to us again.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves ...

so much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos...So ring the bells that still can ringForget ...

It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face...

first of all nothing will happen and a little laternothing will happen again

Show me slowly what I onlyknow the limits ofDance me to the end of love

Dear friend, I have searched all nightthrough each burnt paper,but I fear I will never findthe formu...

I walk through the old yellow sunlightto get to my kitchen tablethe poem about melying there with th...

Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Rocket shipsare excitingbut so are roseson a birthday.

For each of us is A separate miracleIn a collective miracleBrought together For a momentBy a group ...

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than se...

Painting is mute poetry, and poetry is blind painting

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And ...

One! two! and through and throughThe vorpal blade went snickersnack!He left it dead, and with its he...

The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with beha...

. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry ...

I come from a short fiction background, and my mom is a poet, so I've always read poetry; I've alway...