Quotes About Poetry

Happy is the man whom the Muses love: sweet speech flows from his mouth.

Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Romantic Art: The Hearts Awakening - Bouguereau At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.

Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

Was this the bright vastness the poet Bash? saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea?

Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.

Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And many a lesser bell sound through the room; And it is All Soul's Night, And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come; For it is a ghost's right, His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

no one sleeps more beautifully than you. But i am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder of beauty.

Do enamorado sussuro das ondas, nós extraímos eletricidade; dessa fera brava que se desfaz em espuma fizemos um animal doméstico e, pelo mesmo método, domesticamos e submetemos o elemento bárbaro da poesia. Doravante, a poesia não é já o imperdoável trinado do rouxinol; a poesia é um serviço estatal, a poesia é utilidade.

Where did that dog Waga ie no that used to be here go? inu wa izuko ni I thought about him yukinuramu once again tonight koyoi mo omoi before I went to bed. idete nemureru How is a person's poetry

The work of the poet has always been to shine a bright light on the absurdities of society, challenging hypocrisy and greed, and presenting the tools of change. (Donovan)

the fatal flaw of the settlement movement: the sin of not seeing, of becoming so enraptured with one's own story, the justice and poetry of one's national epic, that you can't acknowledge the consequences to another people of fulfilling the whole of your own people's dreams.

When Li Bai turned back to poetry, the clouds rose in formation to see him off, the river stood as witness, and the monkeys cheered for him. The landscape itself stood aside to make way for his passage. His increasingly weighty ship of life was transformed back to a light skiff.

A month alone behind closed doors forgotten books, remembered, clear again. Poems come, like water to the pool Welling, up and out, from perfect silence

I want to make a poem of my life.