Quotes About Beauty

My thirst and passion from boyhood... has been for poetry — for poetry in its widest and wildest sense — for poetry untrammelled by the laws of sense, rhyme, or rhythm, soaring through the universe, and echoing the music of the spheres! From my youth, nay, from my very cradle, I have yearned for poetry, for beauty, for novelty, for romancement.

Put all your faith in poets. You will find few others to share Beauty with you; and it cannot be borne alone.

He who draws noble delights from the sentiment of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.

Poets smoke nature and beauty and angst and exhale swirling plumes of poetry.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. What he does is to subject them to treatment which ensures their having the finest colour and the sweetest scent.

A poet can translate birdsong much more faithfully than the biologist ever could.

And the poet out-argues Nature.

A poem is a carefully gathered bucket of stars.

To thee Come I, a poet, hereward haply blown, From out another worldflower lately flown. Wilt ask, What profit e'er a poet brings? He beareth starry stuff about his wings...

Nathless I'll drive me to thy deepest sweet, Yea, richlier shall that pain the pollen beat From me to thee, for oft these pollens be Fine dust from wars that poets wage for thee. But, O beloved Earthbloom soft a-shine Upon the universal Jessamine... Yield, yield the heartsome honey love to me Hid in thy nectary!

A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs.

...the swirling autumn leaves of a poet's dying words...

There is no vagrant notion in your nature that poetry does not encourage.

Her poetry cries crimson roses and laughs in spritely daisies.

A poet rips his flesh on the thorn of language and bleeds raw ink onto paper petals.

The true power of the poet is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.

Poetry cries melodic tears of verse.

Poetry should never hurt. It may stab you with poetic pangs of melancholy but shouldn't ever hurt as life does.

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground warily, like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts. It is not necessarily a moralizer; it does not necessarily improve one's character; it does not even teach good manners. It is a beautiful work of nature, like an eagle or a high sunrise. You owe it no duty. If you like it, listen to it; if not, let it alone.

Poetry staggers amongst stars, drunk on the night.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth, by calling imagination to the help of reason.

I would define... the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty.