Quotes About Poets

Christ is the Word of God, the answer of God. All the words of the prophets, philosophers, and poets are echoes of this Word. In

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

The problem of eternal beatitude is one of those whose solution is known only to God. Here, below, the sublimest poets have simply harassed their readers when attempting to picture paradise.

È difficile comprendere da dove provenga quest'orgoglio dei poeti, se sovente si vergognano che appaia la loro debolezza.

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.

A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages has sent poets, popes, kings and fools to the junk heap.

Sylvia Plath, Rumi, there's a lot of spoken word poets who do a really incredible job putting their spoken work into page poetry - that's what I strive to do.

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.

In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.

Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, And be buried in the dust of marching feet.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

Let this then be one of our rules and principles concerning the gods, to which our poets and reciters will be expected to conform --that God is not the author of all things, but of good only.

Simonides, then, after the manner of poets, would seem to have spoken darkly of the nature of justice; for he really meant to say that justice is the giving to each man what is proper to him, and this he termed a debt. That

And poets do really know the things about which they seem to the many to speak so well?

Melito representa los poetas, Anito los políticos y artistas y Licon los oradores.

O that we were wise, Ion, and that you could truly call us so; but you rhapsodes and actors, and the poets whose verses you sing, are wise; whereas I am a common man, who only speaks the truth. For consider what a very commonplace and trivial things this which I have said - a thing which any man might say: that when a man has acquired a knowledge of a whole art, the enquiry into good and bad is one and the same.

Crees con formalidad que entre los dioses hay guerras, odios, combates y todas las demás pasiones tan sorprendentes que los poetas y pintores nos representan en sus poesías y en sus cuadros

Do you want to guess what's in here? I asked Dash. I think I've got it figured out already. There's a new supply of red notebooks in there, and you want us to fill them in with clues about the works of, say, Nicholas Sparks. Who? I asked. Please, no more broody poets. I couldn't keep up. You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is? Dash asked. I shook my head. Please don't ever find out, he said.

Cuando dos poetas se conocen y se dan la mano por vez primera, es como si dos corrientes trasangélicas tropezaran, fundiéndose.

On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head.

This great Mughal Emperor [Akbar] was illiterate; he could neither read nor write. However, that had not stopped Akbar from cultivating the acquaintance of the most learned and cultured poets, authors, musicians, and architects of the time - relying solely on his remarkable memory during conversations with them.

It is up-hill work to oppose our prejudices; we have a democracy, but freedom of speech is enjoyed only by the most foolish members of this Assembly and by the comic poets in the theatre. As, however, I am not here to court your votes, I shall say what I think...

The Duke: This La Mancha—what is it like? The Governor: An empty place. Great wide plains. Prisoner: A desert. The Governor: A wasteland. The Duke: Which apparently grows lunatics. Cervantes: I would say, rather...men of illusion. The Duke: Much the same. Why are you poets so fascinated with madmen? Cervantes: I suppose...we have much in common. The Duke: You both turn your backs on life. Cervantes: We both select from life what pleases us.

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.