Quotes About Poetry

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

you're gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears, I only hope it rains today

Making love is, simply put, poetry in motion.

I love the piece of earth you are, because in all the planetary prairiesI do not have another star. You repeatthe multiplication of the universe.

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

I will be glad to go. There is no poetry here. It is as I have always set forth: joy comes of its own free will

I don't write poems to melt your heart.I write them, so our heartscan melt together.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ?-Nina Jean Slack

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

...perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words...

The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

There's a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things.

Nici o poetica din lume nu atinge perfectiunea si semnificatia celei mai timide flori.

Crec en el que pensava el gran poeta Samuel Taylor Coleridge sobre quins eren els punts cardinals de l'educació primerenca: «Treballar amb amor i així crear amor. Acostumar la ment a la precisió intel·lectual i la veritat. Estimular el poder de la imaginació». Coleridge conclou la seva obra Lecture on Education amb aquestes paraules: «Ben poc s'aprèn de la competició o la baralla, tot s'aprèn de la comprensió i de l'amor».

Ljubav nije vjestina. To je pitanje dara kao i poezija. Ljubav ljudi locu, nazalost, a ljubav nije pivo, ljubav je nadahnuce.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing) Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â —A POEM BY E. E. CUMMINGS, READ BY MORRIE'S SON, ROB, AT THE MEMORIAL SERVICE

For in song lies the mystery of Being.

How odd it would be to call Homer's Iliad or Rumi's Masnavi "the Great Eastern Mediterranean Poem.

And among the leaves were white flowers with petals half-unfolded like the lips of people smiling at their own thoughts.

The 'red-tinged flower' is far from fair, Nor do my eyes delight to see, But yon red plum which blossoms there, Is full of loveliness to me.

poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind

As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse.