Quotes About Struggle

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death

Poetry must be capable of answering the challenge of apocalytpic times, even if this means sounding apocaltypic.

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

I died in 1960 from a prison sentence and poetry brought me back to life.

My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm and not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.

There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge.

My ear is not working, my poetry ear. I can't write a line that doesn't sound like pots and pans falling out of the cupboard.

I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.

When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?

What happens to a dream deferred?

And hence the poet must seek to be essentially anonymous, He must die a little death each morning, He must swallow his toad and study his vomit as Baudelaire studied la charogne of Jeanne Duval.

As in art, poetry, music, etc., the best theology is worked out in pain

And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

What characterizes a poem is its necessary dependence on words as much as its struggle to transcend them.