Quotes About Poetry

If you got to talking to most cowboys, they'd admit they write 'em. I think some of the meanest, toughest sons of bitches around write poetry.

de la excelsa beldad que encarnas, ha hecho brotar estrellas sobre el mundo, a

Quiero expresar mi angustia en versos que abolida dirán mi juventud de rosas y de ensueños, y la desfloración amarga de mi vida por un vasto dolor y cuidados pequeños.

Ese es mi mal. Soñar. La poesía Es la camisa férrea de mil puntas cruentas Que llevo sobre el alma. Las espinas sangrientas Dejan caer las gotas de mi melancolía.

he aquí que veréis en mis versos princesas, reyes, cosas imperiales, visiones de países lejanos ó imposibles: qué queréis! yo detesto la vida y el tiempo en que me tocó nacer[...]

La princesa está triste, ¿qué tendrá la princesa? Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa

Sois poetas? ¿amáis el arte?— Dónde hallaréis mejor modelo ni mejor maestro que en esa santa y buena y sabia naturaleza, siempre bella, siempre riente, siempre productora, siempre virgen y madre, de cuyo seno nace el arte griego como Venus de las espumas, como Minerva del cerebro de Jove.

Buscad en la naturaleza el secreto de la poesía. Ella os dará los elementos inertes y los elementos vivos de los afectos. Ella es cielo, aire y tierra: ella es hombre y mujer, luz y amor, ciencia y virtud, color y armonía… escala misteriosa que remata en Dios.

A alma dos poetas está cheia de objetos decrépitos. E é por isso que fazem poesia, para trazê-los de novo à vida. A poesia opera ressurreições.

Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Tonight the moon kisses the stars.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

I'm not a great poetry fan.

As I walked home last night I saw a lone fox dancing In the cold moonlight. I stood and watched. Then Took the low road, knowing The night was his by right. Sometimes, when words ring true, I'm like a lone fox dancing In the morning dew.

The human voice often shatters the beauty of the most tender passions; and when we left Simla next day, and Maureen and Sunil used all the stock cliches to express their love, I was a little disappointed. But the poetry of life was in their bodies, not in their tongues.

Poetry is so vital to us until school spoils it.

Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O'Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it.

The most beautiful videos come from reading poetry. And they're in your head.

Music is my thing. It's my thing it's what I love. It's what I do. It's football to me it's Christmas to me religion to me poetry to me.

The tradition of Russian literature is also an eastern tradition of learning poetry and prose by heart.

?nsanlar?n birbirlerini aramalar?, bulmalar? ve birbirlerinin içini seyretmeleri için konu?man?n neden muhakkak surette laz?m olmad???n?, neden baz? ?airlerin boyuna, tabiat?n güzelli?i kar??s?nda yanlar?nda konu?madan gidecek birini arad?klar?n? anlad?m.

As in flowers, beauty grows slowly, silently in the poet.