Quotes About Poetry

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sooteThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote.

His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.

This may wel be rym dogerel.

Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse,To make his Englissh sweete upon his tonge.

That, of al the floures in the mede,Thanne love I most thise floures white and rede,Swiche as men callen daysyes in our toun.

But the Troian gestes, as they felle,In Omer, or in Dares, or in Dite,Whoso that kan may rede hem as they write.

Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer

Insisting that his writing did not offer a philosophy of life, Hardy claims that each poem was an 'impression', intensely subjective and evanescent.

However, for Hardy the possibility of poetry's traditional function of transcendence remains, but in a more limited form. In Hardy's work the poet transcends himself towards humanity, affirming the central values of loving-kindness and fellowship.

In my view, difficult poetry is the most democratic, because you are doing your audience the honour of supposing that they are intelligent human beings. So much of the populist poetry of today treats people as if they were fools. And that particular aspect, and the aspect of the forgetting of a tradition, go together.

Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Sometimes english masters make you read poems chiz chiz chiz. You have to sa the weedy words and speke them beatifully as if you knew what they meant. Fotherington-tomas thinks this is absolutely super and when he sa he wander lonely as a cloud you think he will flote out of the window.

In his Comedy , Dante Alighieri names Virgil, with many tokens of respect, as his teacher, and yet as Herr Meinhard remarks, makes such ill use of him: clear proof that even in the days of Dante one praised the ancients without knowing why. This respect for poets one does not understand and yet wishes to equal is the source of the bad writing in our literature.

Under ancient cypress trees, weeping dreams are harvested from sleep.

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

Silently night appears, a wild thing bleeding Which slowly sinks to earth on the hillside.

I recently bought a book of free verse. For $12.

We have watered our horses in Helicon.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

In school, I hated poetry - those skinny, Malnourished poems that professors love; The bad grammar and dirty words that catch In the mouth like fishhooks, tear holes in speech. Pablo, your words are rain I run through, Grass I sleep in.

Sean crossed his arms on his chest. "I had several Medamoths under my command on Nexus. They don't make peace. They kill, they hunt, and they write bad poetry.

Chivalry is itself the poetry of life. —SCHLEGEL, Philosophy of History.

doves exist, dreamers, and dolls; killers exist, and doves, and doves; haze, dioxin, and days; days exist, days and death; and poems exist; poems, days, death