Quotes About Poet

But even Wagner, with his magnificent music and his rather less worthy pseudo-medieval words, is never wholly successful. Why? Because a work of art must be in some measure coherent; but thought and feeling mingled, as all of us experience them, are surging and incoherent. Thought and feeling trimmed into coherence in a work of art are still far from reality, still far from the agonizing confusion that rises like miasma in what a great poet has called the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Layton once said that "a poet is deeply conflicted and it is in his work that he reconciles those deep conflicts. It doesn't set the world in order, it doesn't really change anything. It is just a kind of harbor, it's the place of reconciliation, the kiss of peace.

In twenty-four years of proofreading, flocks of words flew into my head through the windows of my soul. Some of them stayed on and built nests in there. Why should I not speak like a poet, with a commonwealth of language at my disposal, constantly invigorated by new arrivals?

But too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart, as my favourite poet has written.' 'Who's that?' 'W. B. Yeats. And I think that sometimes normal behaviour has to be suppressed, in order to carry on.' 'I'm not sure,' said Maneck. 'Wouldn't it be better to respond honestly instead of hiding it? Maybe if everyone in the country was angry or upset, it might change things, force the politicians to behave properly.

I myself cannot construct my love story to the end. I am its poet (its bard) only for the beginning; the end, like my own death, belongs to others; it is up to them to write the fiction, the external, mythic narrative.

I myself cannot (as an enamored subject) construct my love story to the end: I am its poet (its bard) only for the beginning; the end, like my own death, belongs to others; it is up to them to write the fiction, the external, mythic narrative.

Writing after the Holocaust had destroyed a third of the world's Jews, Yiddish poet Kadia Molodowsky (1894–1975) addressed the "Chosen People" doctrine most poignantly: "O God of Mercy," she wrote, "For the time being / Choose another people.

But there is a vital difference between them which Charles Lamb saw so clearly in his defense of the sanity of true genius: "The ... poet dreams being awake. He is not possessed by his subject but he has dominion over it." That is the whole difference: the poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

The deviant that does not observe the trivial uses of the language is a poet, a deviant who violates the banal customs of society is a criminal.

The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.

I said Burns was a great Scottish poet who loved before Scott, and Shakespeare and Dickens et cetera were all English, but he could not grasp the difference between Scotland and England.

The so-called poet with his vague dreams and ideals is indeed no better than a harmless lunatic; the true poet is the worker, who grips life's throat and wrings out its secret, who selects austerely and composes concisely, whose work is as true and clean as razor-steel, albeit its sweep is vaster and swifter than the sun's!

Afghanistan. And then there's Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â He consulted the letter again. "Michael Longley, the poet—he'll be there too. And there are lots of others." Irene looked thoughtful. "It starts in two days' time," said Stuart. "It's a bit rushed, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦

To "seek inspiration" has always seemed to me a ridiculous and absurd fancy: inspiration cannot be sought out; it must find the poet. For

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.

Pezhman Mosleh is both a musician and a very fine poet.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to a special field.

If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation, our poet suggests here that human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.

Jule was a poet—poetry was like psi, she said, like thought, a thing that compressed images to essence.

I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet.

God's poet is silence! His song is unspoken And yet so profound, and so loud, and so far, That it thrills you and fills you in measures unbroken— The unceasing song of the first morning star....

What poet was it who wrote there's no pain worse than the pain of a broken heart? Sentimental shit. He should have spent more time in the Emporer's prisons.