Quotes About Poetry
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
~ G. K. Chesterton
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All slang is a metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.
~ G. K. Chesterton
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Poetry is more valuable than cricket, but Bradman would be a fool if he sacrificed his cricket in order to write second-rate minor poetry (and I suppose that it is unlikely that he could do better).
~ G.H. Hardy
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The beauty of a mathematical theorem depends a great deal on its seriousness, as even in poetry the beauty of a line may depend to some extent on the significance of the ideas which it contains.
~ G.H. Hardy
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The first man who compared a woman to a rose was a poet, the second, an imbecile .
~ Gerard de Nerval
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I've had enough of chasing after poetry; I believe that poetry lies at one's very door or perhaps in one's very bed. I'm still a man on the run, but I shall try to stop and wait.
~ Gerard de Nerval
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The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet, the second, an imbecile
~ Gerard de Nerval
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La belle était assise Près du ruisseau coulant, Et dans l'eau qui frétille, Baignait ses beaux pieds blancs.
~ Gerard de Nerval
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How can you, made of shining night, be love's jewel?
~ Göran Sonnevi
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She was the most beautiful creature on Earth - her hair said so in that language only hair can speak.
~ Gabriel Bá
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I write poetry because I can't disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I've been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can't be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel.
~ Gabriela Mistral
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il verso è tutto e può tutto.
~ Gabriele d'Annunzio
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All of these teeth had once been in real, live people. They had talked and smiled and eaten and sang and cursed and prayed. They had brushed and flossed and died. In English class, we read poems about death, but here, right in front of me was a poem about death too.
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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she was moved to write a poem. In certain seasons, We may be nourished by The idea of the carrot More than the carrot itself. Alas, what is the point of writing a poem if there is no one with whom to share it?
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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This is the most violent poetry game I've ever played,' Marx said.
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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In 2005, people from the U.S. sent, on average, four hundred sixty text messages a year. Texts were treated and written more like telegrams than like conversations. The brevity lent these early texts an almost poetry.
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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Marx sat down next to Sam, and Sam handed him the keyboard so that he could play a round. Because SHOOT I could not SHOOT stop for SHOOT kindly An ink pot combusted on the screen, indicating that Marx, having shot the wrong phrase, had lost a life. "This is the most violent poetry game I've ever played," Marx said. "You've played other poetry games?" "Well, technically, no," Marx said. "Your friend's talented. And odd.
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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Mes nesame kaip romanai. Ir ne kaip apsakymai. Gal? gale esame literat?ros k?rini? rinktin?.
~ Gabrielle Zevin
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Theology is prose, but liturgy is poetry.
~ Gail Ramshaw
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The studied spontaneity of Horace.
~ Gaius Petronius
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But you shall not escape my iambics.
~ Gaius Valerius Catullus
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Catullus, the worst of all poets, gives you [Marcus Tullius] his warmest thanks; he being as much the worst of all poets as you are the best of all patrons.
~ Gaius Valerius Catullus
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That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.
~ Galway Kinnell
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the rest of my days I spendwandering, wonderingwhat, anyway,was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry by which I lived?
~ Galway Kinnell
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