Quotes About Poet

In the small central square of Ljubljana, the statue of the poet stares fixedly at something. If you follow his gaze, you will see, on the other side of the square, the face of a woman carved into the stone of one of the houses. That was where Julia had lived. Even after death, Prešeren gaze for all eternity on his Impossible love.

I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.

No poet will ever take the written word as a substitute for the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken word only, that his art is founded.

What are we singers but the silver-voiced messengers of the poet and the musician?

History and legend and art and romance meet and mingle to create that indefinable sorcery of Venice. It is like nothing on earth except a poet's dream.

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces

Dlaczego S?owacki wzbudza w nas zachwyt i mi?o??? (...) Dlatego, panowie, ?e S?owacki wielkim poet? by?!

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

To use the term 'clerk' as an insult is simply a banal vulgarity; Pessoa and Svevo, however would have welcomed it as a just attribute of the poet. The latter does not resemble Achilles or Diomedes, ranting on their war-chariots, but is more like Ulysses, who knows that he is no one. He manifests himself in this revelation of impersonality that conceals him in the prolixity of things, as travelling erases the traveller in the confused murmur of the street.

Siempre te ha gustado escribir, no importaba el qué, escribir y ya está; es el gesto lo que cuenta, gesto de poeta, gesto de rey, soberano albedrío sobre las pobres vocales y consonantes que aparecena tus órdenes y se ponen en fila, march en, alienación derech, rompan filas.

Rilke used to say that no poet would mind going to gaol, since he would at least have time to explore the treasure house of his memory. In many respects Rilke was a prick.

Early in the twentieth century, E.E.Cummings was as hot against materialist society as only a poet living on a trust fund can be.

Auroras de diciembre espléndidas y risueñas, que convidan al vivir; ellas, sin duda, inspiran al pintor y al poeta de la patria peruana.

The poet was a fool who wanted no conflict among us, gods or people. Harmony needs low and high, as progeny needs man and woman.

For a month he is at home: he reads. He reads his Testament, but he knows what it says. He reads Petrarch whom he loves, reads how he defied the doctors: when they had given him up to fever he lived still, and when they came back in the morning, he was sitting up writing. The poet never trusted any doctor after that; but Liz left him too fast for physician's advice, good or bad, or for the apothecary with his cassia, his galingale, his wormwood, and his printed cards with prayers on.

I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.

For the first rate poet, nothing short of a Queen or a Chimera is adequate for the powers of his praise.

The Writer and Poet is excusable only if he is Successful. Makes Money." Within

She had come to think of the poet as song-maker, not as scholar with her head

There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.

The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.