Quotes About Poetry

It's really hard to find a lot of things that rhyme with Michael Diamond.

We all need ways to express ourselves, and poetry is one of mine.

Diktatoren und Despoten sind bekanntlich prädestiniert dafür, poetischem Raunen anheimzufallen

poem is an experiment with and in language, an attempt to discover how best to capture its subject and make readers see it anew.

This is based on no science, pseudo of otherwise, but I firmly believe that the elapsed time between the development of language and creation of the first poem was about five minutes.

Ah, reader! I would the gods had made thee rhythmical, that thou mightest comprehend the thousandth part of my labours in the evasion of cacophony.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

She's brim full of poetry - actualized poetry, if I may use the expression. She lives what paper-poets only write...

The yard was a little centre of regeneration. Here, with keen edges and smooth curves, were forms in the exact likeness of those he had seen abraded and time-eaten on the walls. These were the ideas in modern prose which the lichened colleges presented in old poetry. Even some of those antiques might have been called prose when they were new. They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.

They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.

Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most self-contained in their daily lives.

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly

And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.

Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art.

Tess, on her part, could not understand why a man of clerical family and good education, and above physical want, should look upon it as a mishap to be alive. For the unhappy pilgrim herself there was a very good reason. But how could this admirable and poetic man ever have descended into the Valley of Humiliation, have felt with the man of Uz - as she herself had felt two or three years ago - my soul chooseth strangling and death rather than my life. I loathe it ; I would not live always.

But do I desire unreasonably much in wanting what is called life—music, poetry, passion, war, and all the beating and pulsing that is going on in the great arteries of the world? That was the shape of my youthful dream; but I did not get it.

Graye was handsome, frank, and gentle. He had a quality of thought which, exercised on homeliness, was humour; on nature, picturesqueness; on abstractions, poetry. Being, as a rule, broadcast, it was all three. Of the wickedness of the world he was too forgetful. To discover evil in a new friend is to most people only an additional experience: to him it was ever a surprise.

As for my feet, the little feet You used to call so pretty, There's one, I know, in Bedford Row, The t'other's in the City.

If poets use such expressions it is because they need them, because emotion and experience force them out of them, and so it is, surely, with me, though you think them unbecoming in me. You are wrong. They are becoming to whoever needs them, and he has no fear of them, because they are forced out of him.

Solitude favors the original, the daringly and otherworldly beautiful, the poem. But it also favors the wrongful, the extreme, the absurd, and the forbidden.

There will always be men who are justified in this interest in themselves, this detailed observation of their own emotions; poets who can express with clarity and beauty their privileged inner life, and thereby enrich the emotional world of other people.

that language could but extol, not reproduce, the beauties of the sense.

Comprendes ahora por qué nosotros, los poetas, no podemos ser sabios ni dignos? ¿Comprendes por qué tenemos que extraviarnos necesariamente, y ser siempre disolutos, aventureros del sentimiento? La maestría de nuestro estilo es mentira e insensatez; nuestra gloria y honorabilidad, una farsa; la confianza de la multitud en nosotros, el colmo del ridículo.

era como una estrofa de un poema primitivo que hablara de los tiempos originarios, del comienzo de la forma y del nacimiento de los dioses.