Poetry Quotes

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine.

We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known,...

Just as in the second part of a verse bad poets seek a thought to fit their rhyme, so in the second ...

There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal lig...

Without intending to, without even knowing it, he demonstrated with his life that his father had bee...

Let our scars fall in love.

When a group of people get up from a table, the table doesn’tknow which way any of them will go.

The philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, ...

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the Neolithic: the fertility of t...

I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in...

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and...

Here the phenomenologist has nothing in common with the literary critic who, as has frequently been ...

We must listen to poets.

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the ...

In an old family albumEver again you return, Melancholy,O meekness of the solitary soul.A golden day...

It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quic...

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their p...

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

I will complain, yet praise;I will bewail, approve:And all my sowre-sweet dayesI will lament, and lo...

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall t...

Man is no star, but a quick coalOf mortal fire:Who blows it not, nor doth controlA faint desire,

All words, then, belonging to the inner world of the mind, are of the imagination, are originally po...

There is hardly a limit to the knowledge and sympathy a man may have in respect of the finest things...

[It is not] the poet's business to use verse as an advanced form of rhetoric, nor to give to politic...

Has it ever occurred to you,' he said, 'that the whole history of English poetry has been de-termine...

He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.

Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring! When shaws be sheene and ...

For if in careless summer daysIn groves of Ashtaroth we whored,Repentant now, when winds blow cold,W...

With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by...

The muffled syllables that Nature speaksFill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meanin...

Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse retailing her ancient divinations to a long since ...

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks...

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interv...

Some say they see poetry in my paintings I see only science.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fallFrightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

It is the blight man was born for. It is Margaret you mourn for.

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, w...

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

A FEATHER.A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed b...

Freedom is the dream you dreamWhile putting thought in chains again --

Though we tremble before uncertain futuresmay we meet illness, death and adversity with strengthmay ...

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

A black boy brought Wilson's gin and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do exce...

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old h...

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have...

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyèreL'automne est morte souviens-t'enNous ne nous verrons plus sur terreO...

Horse[Man you will find herea new representation of the universeat its most poetic and most modernMa...

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more sea...

You alone in Europe are not ancient oh ChristianityThe most modern European is you Pope Pius XAnd yo...

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell sue...

With a little more time, patience, and hard work, and above all with a more sensitive taste for the ...

It is man who has introduced a little grace, beauty, unknown charm and mystery into creation by sing...

Poetry is life distilled.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identic...

Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz Ju...

Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,"Even if y...

We real cool. WeLeft school. WeLurk late. WeStrike straight. WeSing sin. WeThin gin. WeJazz June. We...

The reader who is illuminated is in a real sense the poem.

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing,...

The distinctive features of the world's civilisations are not simply and solely the giraffe and the ...

I define influence simply as literary love, tempered by defense. The defenses vary from poet to poet...

Reading the very best writers—let us say Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Tolstoy—is not going to make us ...

(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea ...

When Hughes writes, in the first two lines of his poem, “Let America be America again/ Let it be the...

Voyages IIIInfinite consanguinity it bears This tendered theme of you that light Retrieves from sea ...

Приспособяваме се тихо към живота,доволни и от бледите утехи,които вятърът довяваи пуска в празните ...

In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And pa...

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only...

A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and...

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

There are better ways we can transform this virulent hatred - by living our ideals, the Peace Corps,...

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it.

Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as...

Colour which is the poet's wealth is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and beco...

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along ...

The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read the.

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, o...

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Swe...

And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks th...

Think of your woods and orchards without birds!Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beamsAs in an...

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are...

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though...

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the c...

I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the r...

Ye are better than all the balladsThat ever were sung or said;For ye are living poems,And all the re...