Quotes About Poetry

It was the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning in unison, their arms poised at the same place in the sky.

She almost had no preference for any kind of book, and she had sometimes thought that odd; she had read Shakespeare and the thrillers of Sharon McDonald, and biographies of Samuel Johnson and different playwrights, silly romance novels, and also—the poets. She thought, privately, that poets just about sat on the right hand of God.

There was a young lady named Bright,Whose speed was far faster than light;She set out one dayIn a relative way,And returned home the previous night.

If, indeed, there be any one circle of thought distinctly and palpably marked out from amid the jarring and tumultuous chaos of human intelligence, it is that evergreen and radiant Paradise which the true poet knows, and knows alone, as the limited realm of his authority—as the circumscribed Eden of his dreams.

To win the secret of words, to make a phrase that would murmur of summer and the bee, to summon the wind into a sentence, to conjure the odour of the night into the surge and fall and harmony of a line; this was the tale of the long evenings, of the candle flame white upon the paper and the eager pen.

My sad heart foams at the stern.

Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O: vowels,Someday I shall recount your latent births.

For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks backcloths, inn-signs, cheap colored prints; unfashionable literature, church Latin, pornographic books badly spelt, grandmothers novels, fairy stories, little books for children, old operas, empty refrains, simple rhythms.

I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.

But to explore the invisible and to hear the unheard are very different from reviving the dead: Baudelaire is therefore first among seers, the king of poets, a true God .

The first study for a man who wants to be a poet is the knowledge of himself, entire. He searches his soul, he inspects it, he tests it, he learns it. As soon as he knows it, he cultivates it.

La Poésie ne rythmera plus l'action; elle sera en avant.

The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.

Ho una ostinata fiducia nella suggestione immediata, automatismo o spontaneismo come chiamar la si voglia, e diffido dei razionalismi e delle modificazioni ulteriori. Considero la poesia, innanzitutto, come un mezzo di scoperta, di conoscenza delle tendenze latenti, mie e della realtà che mi attornia.

Lo cierto, piensa el joven mientras camina por semejante cementerio, es que no hay nada bello ni romántico en un soldado muerto. Eso queda para las pinturas de los museos, los versos de los poetas y la demagogia de los políticos. La realidad inmediata sólo es carne muerta, carroña pudriéndose al sol.

El teatro ya no es sólo una comunicación, como la novela o como la poesía, que se recibe asordinadamente y que puede perderse, ni tampoco una simple transmisión de un mensaje por la voz de un orador o de un jugar, que tiene una sola intensidad, una sola nota y una sola vía, sino que, además de todo esto, es el prodigioso encuentro de dos presencias...

Poetry, especially traditional Iranian poetry, is very good at looking at things from a number of different angles simultaneously.

How would you start to write a poem? How would you put together a series of words for its first line—how would you know which words to choose? When you read a poem, every word seemed so perfect that it had to have been predestined—well, a good poem.

Some girl once read me a poem," Ben said after a while, as the kettle sang, "about all the things we can remember from all the other lives we've had, for forty days after we're born. 'Some great forty-day daydream," he pulled the line from the crevasses of his memory, and he wasn't sure how, "before we bury the maps.' Maybe it's not forty days; maybe it's all your dreams in childhood, bits of memory you can't decipher because they belong to a person you no longer are....

Since they weren't sleepy and nothing had been left unsaid, they began to read poetry to each other, taking turns like children and enjoying it. Bachir had a lovely voice, one that was already that of a man. He knew many poems by heart. He lovingly recited Victor Hugo, with warmth Rimbaud's Le bateau ivre, and poems written by young people going into battle; he then moved on to the poets of liberty - Rimbaud again, Eluard, and Desnos.

Happiness is a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry under a shade tree.

I shall not live much longer than did Keats.

Los profesionales en salud mental son poetas de la existencia. Tienen una misión espléndida, pero no pueden colocar a un paciente dentro de un texto teórico; sin embargo, sí pueden insertar un texto teórico dentro de un paciente. No encuadre excesivamente a sus pacientes entre los muros de una teoría, ya que así reducirá sus dimensiones. Cada enfermedad es propia de un enfermo. Cada enfermo tiene una mente. Y cada mente es un universo infinito.

Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.