Quotes About Poetry

For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

There was a young man of Dundoo, Whose limericks stopped at line 2.

Down there came a fallow doeAs great with young as she might go.

"The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear,Sic counsels ye give to me, O!"

Au clair de la lune,Mon ami Pierrot,Prête-moi ta plumePour écrire un mot.

In fir tar is,In oak none is.In mud eel is,In clay none is.Goats eat ivy.Mares eat oats.

slow it is a slow business to grow a few words to say love

a ausência de talento é uma bênção, verificou ele; só que custa a gente habituar-se a isso. E assumida a sua condição de homem comum reduzido aos raros voos de perdiz de uma poesia ocasional, sem a corcunda da imortalidade agarrada às costas, sentia-se livre para sofrer sem originalidade e dispensado de rodear os seus silêncios da muralha de taciturna inteligência que associava ao génio.

A Poesia é a confissão sincera do pensamento mais íntimo de uma idade

slang the home-made language of the ruled, not the rulers, the acted upon, the used, the used up. It is demotic poetry emerging in flashes of ironic insight.

a man who sold meat but knew nothing of the poetry of the slaughterhouse. Ted Arden was no ice-cream butcher.

Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles.

The music of the poem lends meaning to the words, and the meaning of the words lends music to the poem.

in which the muse of epic poetry, Calliope, appears to him and gives him some advice: Meantime the paths which you from earliest days did seek, Yes, and when Consul too, as mood and virtue called, These hold, and foster still your fame and good men's praise.

Varius refused to obey his orders and, acting under the authority of Augustus, published the epic.

There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.

Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.

But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.

I wish you would read a little poetry sometimes. Your ignorance cramps my conversation.

And I can absolutely see her beating someone to death because she was annoyed with them. Mind you, she'd probably torture them first by reading them one of her poems.

was introduced to haikus when I was at school. I wasn't a particularly bright child and I remember liking them because they were so short.

paid for a wet weekend in Torquay! For all her airs and graces, it seems there isn't much of an audience for clinically depressed call girls surviving Hiroshima or weird Japanese poems that don't make any sense.

I've always used poetry to explain myself to myself. These things just sat in my psyche and then came out.