Quotes About Poetry

I nodded, trying to imagine the very particular sadness of a vanished childhood yogurt now found only in France. It was a very special sort of sadness, individual, and in its inability to induce sympathy, in its tuneless spark, it bypassed poetry and entered science.

8 de octubre - Cuando me he despertado, el primer pensamiento que me ha venido ha sido: Es el cumpleaños de Madre, tengo que ser muy buena. He ido corriendo a desearle un feliz cumpleaños y le he dado un beso. Después del desayuno, cada uno le ha dado su regalo. Yo le he hecho una cruz de musgo y una poesía. No teníamos que ir a la escuela y he estado jugando en el bosque y he recogido hojas rojas.

Hay belleza, no? Una belleza trémula, como una vieja mariposa batiendo lentamente unas alas que se deshacen

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

If his medium had been words instead of war, he would have been a poet.

Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem." He sighed. "In ze end, of course, there are no solutions. Only more problems, but this is a good thing. Without problems, there would be no poems.

Where do you think poems come from? Everything speaks, young schoolboy! But it is only poets and prophets, saints and philosophers who hef ze ears to hear." "They hear voices?" "Of course! Socrates! And Joan of Arc! Rilke, Milton, Blake . . . !

Let me tell you something about poetry, young schoolboy. Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem.

Let me tell you something about poetry, young schoolboy. Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem." He sighed. "In ze end, of course, there are no solutions. Only more problems, but this is a good thing. Without problems, there would be no poems.

She is very angry with me," Slavoj said in a low voice. He leaned forward and gripped the wheels, trying to rotate them. "She says I am irresponsible. Ach, of course she is right! She says I am a fool to take foolish risks. But vat choice do I hef? I am a poet. Poets must take risks. And I am a fool, so my risks must be foolish. I see no way around this, do you agree?

Never be afraid of not knowing, young man. Not knowing is ze practice of poets and sages.

what has made it possible for us to remain ourselves in spite of so many wars, invasions and occupations, is our spiritual, not our material, strength--our poetry, and not out technology; our religion, and not our factories.

Great Shakespeare!, you who can say everything, everything, everything exactly as it is – and yet why was this torment one you never gave voice to? Was it perhaps that you kept it to yourself, like the beloved whose name one still cannot bear the world to mention? For a poet buys this power of words to utter all the grim secrets of others at the cost of a little secret he himself cannot utter.

If we ask what poetry is we may say in general that it is a victory over the world; it is through a negation of the imperfect actuality that poetry opens up a higher actuality

if poetry were to pay attention to the religious and to the inwardness of personalities, it would find themes of far greater importance than those with which it now busies itself

At digte sig ind i en pige er en kunst, at digte sig ud af hende er et mesterstykke.

It is said that Mathematics is the language of nature. If so, Physics is its poetry.

As if bad poetry could ever save anyone.

A poet's work,' he answers. 'To name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.

The landscape of his poetry was still the desert...

People can delight in the saddest of sob-stuff, as long as they find it beautiful.

Everywhere, noise and elbows. Poets stand on boxes and declaim while pilgrims throw coins at their feet. Some bards speak rajaz verses, their four-syllable metre suggested, according to legend, by the walking pace of the camel; others speak the qasidah, poems of wayward mistresses, desert adventure, the hunting of the onager.

Ich würde lieber im Kampf um große Dichter sterben als in einem Krieg um Götter.

A poet's work', he answers. 'To name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.' And if rivers of blood flow from the cuts his verses inflict, then they will nourish him.