Quotes About Poetry

Love poetry beautifies a beautiful poetic perception, which waves and reflects one's feelings. The poet inspires the breath of pathos and stays alone within its concept, context, and vision.

My poetry colour is cosmos that executes cosmology.

Poetry is the diamond of thoughts and language of feeling and fragrance of love that breathes the beauty of life.

The flowery character waves perfume in tone and pours sweetness in speech.

Allen Ginsberg asked me to sign his book. I must've stood there for five minutes drawing a complete blank. Hi Allen, from one howl to another. Dear Allen I'm glad you think I'm a poet. Love, Eileen. I'm the only woman you like, right Allen? Only the craziest thoughts passed through my mind. Finally he started getting embarrassed. Just sign it. Come by and write something better when you think of it. I scrawled something. I forget what it was.

catholic poets only pray, no matter what they say

Later on I published these poems as Sappho's Boat to make damn sure everyone knew what I meant.

I hope you all find yourself sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there's mystery and poetry in your life, not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.

The bag I wanted was beyond reason - something to hold my poems, twice as big as the universe and it must be androgynous.

What I started to understand was that the poem was made out of time–past, present and future. It lives in the present, it breathes there and that's how you let anyone in. I think people can feel this accessing of time in poetry very readily. As soon as the poem ceases to be about anything, when it even stops saving things, stops being such a damn collector, it becomes an invite to the only refuge which is the impossible moment of being alive.

I read poetry. My head filled with rhythms and rhymes. In my crystalline awareness I would often go and lie down under one of the giant oaks in the vast tranquillity of the nearby Arlington Cemetery, where I would watch the squirrels flying from branch to branch in the trees. I felt so serene. I felt so well. My soul grew happy in that cemetery. I wanted to stay all day.

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This is Not a Poem" One can fill every inch with writing and still be no closer to the poem as it lies there a liar with a beautiful voice that is often mistaken for silence.

Today many of us are artists and poets rather than prophets and seers, producing a kind of art that von Franz says "is generally only understood by later generations, as a representation of what was going on in the collective unconscious at that time.

Devoid of the poetry of madness.

That's what a poem is," Leslie said, "a feeling about some special time or place or happening, pressed into as few lines as it will go.

You are eating the sea, that's it, only the sensation of a gulp of sea water has been wafted out of it by some sorcery, and you are on the verge of remembering you don't know what, mermaids or the sudden smell of kelp on the ebb tide or a poem you read once, something connected with the flavor of life itself...

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I'm never going to fall in love with anyone and I will never ever ever write a poem.' 'I don't believe it.' 'It's true.' 'But people will fall in love with you.' 'Worse for them.

she did not still feel, as I did, the anxiety about a woman who was suffering for love. What did I care about shoes. I still had, in my mind's eye, the most secret stages of that affair of violated trust, passion, poetry that became a book, and it was as if she and I had read a novel together, as if we had seen, there in the back of the shop and not in the parish hall on Sunday, a dramatic film. I

Evocai versi e romanzi come tranquillanti. Forse, pensai, aver studiato mi serve solo a questo: a calmarmi.

E infine si mise a ridere e proclamò con una certa solennità: "Io non mi innamorerò mai di nessuno e non scriverò mai mai mai una poesia". "Non ci credo". "E' così". "Ma gli altri si innamoreranno di te". "Peggio per loro". "Soffriranno come questa Didone". "No, si andranno a fidanzare con un'altra, proprio come ha fatto Enea, che alla fine si è messo con la figlia di un re".

Aveva provato la gioia dell'amore per quell'uomo così lontano dalla media – un controllore sui treni ma anche un poeta, un giornalista – e la sua mente fragile non era riuscita a riadattarsi alla normalità grezza della vita senza di lui.

The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard you try. What good are explanations? There is no possibility of explaining how such a work [Mozart's Requiem, in the instance] could ever have come into being. (The same holds true for certain poems, which should not be analyzed either.)