Quotes About Poem

Spartan citizens were not allowed to use money, practice a trade, make a statue, or write a poem.

I have bathed in the PoemOf the Sea…Devouring the green azures.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for fools always finds a large public. A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short.

A poem has no meaning to me unless it represents the essence of love.

I personally think our national anthem is not patriotic enough. There is another poem by Dwijendralal Ray called 'Dhono Dhanne Pushpe Bhora,' which is more soul-stirring as a national anthem.

But the poem was born elsewhere, and need not stay. Like the wild geese of the Arctic it heads home, far above the borders, where most things cannot cross.

the mind poet stays in the house / the house is empty and it has no walls / the poem is seen from all sides / everywhere / at once.

In the resonance we hear the poem, in the reverberations we speak it, it is our own.

You want the secret off my succes; my recipe? I have always brought the same care to making an adventure novel, a serialized novel, that others would bring to the making of a poem. My ambition was to raise the level of this much maligned genre.

You are a poem--and that is to be the best part of a poet--what makes up the poet's consciousness in his best moods.

You are a poem- and that is to be the best part of a poet- what makes up the poet's consciousness in his best moods, said Will, showing such originality as we all share with the morning and the spring-time and other endless renewals.

What we are concerned to provide throughout this book is in- stead a prerequisite to any such discussion, namely, a linguistic and rhetorical analysis of the role of metaphor in the way we understand a poem.

What I responded to, on the page, was the way a poem could liberate, by means of a word's setting, through subtleties of timing, of pacing, that word's full and surprising range of meaning. It seemed to me that simple language best suited this enterprise.

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

If that voice that you created that is most alive in the poem isn't carried throughout the whole poem, then I destroy where it's not there, and I reconstruct it so that that voice is the dominant voice in the poem.

Generally speaking, rhyme is the marker for the end of a line. The first rhyme-word is like a challenge thrown down, which the poem itself has to respond to.

The artist has some internal experience that produces a poem, a painting, a piece of music. Spectators submit themselves to the work, which generates an inner experience for them. But historically it's a very new, not to mention vulgar, idea that the spectators experience should be identical to, or have anything to do with, the artist's. That idea comes from an over-industrialized society which has learned to distrust magic.

Sigh. Here's another fine woman that historians can't believe was real. Of course she was real. Not only is there a splendid Chinese poem called "The Ballad of Mulan", there is also n excellent cartoon by Disney.

It took some time to gather the research and develop it into the storyline, and to finally finish an origin myth poem that I had been working on for twenty years.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

Yes, it was late, and, yes, I was being very dented-in-the-head-mutant-hillbilly, But you... you just sat there like some shitty poem.

The hour of courage has struck on the clock …', ran Anna Akhmatova's poem at that moment when the very existence of Russia appeared to be in mortal danger.