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Quotes About Poet

To be a true poet is to become God. I tried to explain this to my friends on Heaven's Gate. 'Piss, shit,' I said. 'Asshole motherfucker, goddamn shit goddamn. Cunt. Pee-pee cunt. Goddamn!' They shook their heads and smiled, and walked away. Great poets are rarely understood in their own day.
~ Dan Simmons
Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality... and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.
~ Dan Simmons
You don't sound like a scientist; you sound like a poet." Rey smiled. "Can I be both?" "But you'd rather be a poet." "Who wouldn't?" he said.
~ Daniel Alarcon
Poet's Work" Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoffs from this condensery
~ Lorine Niedecker
Sorrow is wisdom, the poet said.
~ Unknown
Ruth Zardo. A gifted poet. One of the most distinguished in the nation. But that gift had come wrapped in more than a dollop of crazy.
~ Louise Penny
Gamache watched the old poet. He knew what was looming behind the Mountain. What crushed all before it. The thing the Hermit most feared. The Mountain most feared. Conscience. ... Which is why, Gamache knew, it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you. And found you ... Who wouldn't be afraid of this?
~ Louise Penny
As much as Gabri liked to refer to the elderly poet as the Labrador on the leg of life, she was indeed trained.
~ Louise Penny
children when they ask you why is your mama so funny say she is a poet she don't have no sense
~ Lucille Clifton
The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle.
~ Lucinda Williams
A great poet is the most precious jewel of a nation.
~ Ludwig van Beethoven
The difference 'twixt poet and coxcomb is precisely that the latter stops gaps like a ship fitter caulking seams, merely to keep the boat afloat, while the former doth his work as doth a man with a maid: he fills the gap, but with vigor, finesse, and care; there's beauty and delight as well as utility in his plugging
~ John Barth
line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt had once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.
~ John Boyne
A line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt had once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.
~ John Boyne
must have been very tired, for I was getting as full of silly prejudices as a minor poet.
~ John Buchan
They had come to praise him. It was so beautiful, so comical, so true to life! the doctor said. The little girl gave him the flowers and the Mayor embraced him lightly. Oh, we thought, signore, he said, that you were merely a poet.
~ John Cheever
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
~ Ouida
By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.
~ W. H. Auden
I know nothing new except that Herr Gellert, the Leipzig poet, is dead, and has written no more poetry since his death.
~ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Poet: gardener of epitaphs.
~ Octavio Paz
Dunno, Don't know how to spell it. I mean'- he made a picture frame with his hands- 'the poet and the fisherman. Parfait. Boon companions. Out in the open spaces. Living the good life. Metahemeralism's gotta be the glue here see?
~ Donna Tartt
And I think that it is certainly possible that the objective universe can be affected by the poet. I mean, you recall Orpheus made the trees and the stones dance and so forth, and this is something which is in almost all primitive cultures. I think it has some definite basis to it. I'm not sure what. It's like telekinesis, which I know very well on a pinball machine is perfectly possible.
~ Jack Spicer
Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone intrudes into the poet's life (and any sudden personal contact, whether in the bed or in the heart, is an intrusion) the poet loses his or her balance for a moment, slips into being what he or she is, uses his or her poetry as one would use money or sympathy. The person who writes the poetry emerges, tentatively, like a hermit crab from a conch shell. The poet, for that instant, ceases to be a dead person.
~ Jack Spicer
A poet is a time mechanic not an embalmer.
~ Jack Spicer