Quotes About Poetry

Jealousy, like poetry, is incomprehensible to me.

If your workshop praises a poem, don't think everyone is too nice to tell you how terrible it really is. (If it is that kind of workshop, you should get out of it as soon as possible—honest feedback is the sign that people respect your writing and take it seriously.)

Well, they certainly didn't teach you any manners. (Lorelei) I'm a pirate. What, would you have me spout poetry? (Jack)

I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.

No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry - to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave.

In the old days a poet once said" In the old days a poet once said our nation is destroyed yet the mountains and rivers survive Today's poet says the mountains and rivers are destroyed yet our nation survives Tomorrow's poet will say the mountains and rivers are destroyed our nation is destroyed and Alas! you and I are completely destroyed

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Just beyond the gate, a neat yellow hole— someone pissed in the snow

I chocia? o miÅ'oÅ›ci mojej nic powiedzie? nie mogÄ™ - chocia? nic nie mówiÄ™ o twych wÅ'osach, ustach, oczach - jednak twarz twoja, której strzegÄ™ w duszy, brzmienie twego gÅ'osu, które trwa w moim mózgu, dni wrzeÅ›nia, Å›witajÄ…ce w mych snach, nadajÄ… ksztaÅ't i barwÄ™ moim sÅ'owom, zdaniom, o czymkolwiek mówiÄ™, cokolwiek wypowiadam.

Ai ch?a t?ng ???c xúc ??ng v?i h?i th? nhè nh? c?a thi?u n? trong gi?c ng?, ng??i ?ó ch?a th? hi?u th? nào là d?u dàng. Môi nàng t??i h?n c? nh?ng cánh hoa ?m ??t và ?ôi hàng mi nàng l?p lánh nh?ng gi?t l? ?êm.

In many ways, religion comes from the same place in us that art comes from. The language of the human heart if poetry

Poetry is language that speaks to our hearts. And I'm using the biblical word heart. I think the closest equivalent to that in 21st-century language is our imaginations. The heart, in biblical physiology, is the center of our emotions, but also of our intellect. Those two things cannot be separated. And poetic language is precise. It is detailed, it's realistic, but it is not the discursive language of mere fact.

Well, when I say "poetry is not all love, love, love," I mean romantic love is where we go first with the word. But really there is so much more to the word. The word is sober. The word is grave. The word is not just about something light and happy and pleasurable. The word calls up deep, deep responsibilities.

Poems are not the transcription of experience but the transformation of experience."-Carl Phillips @CPhillipsPoet

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a moment.

Gli storici, scrisse Aristotele (Poetica, 51 b) parlano di quello che è stato (del vero), i poeti parlano di quello che avrebbe potuto essere (del possibile). Ma naturalmente il vero è un punto d'arrivo, non un punto di partenza. Gli storici (e, in modo diverso, i poeti) fanno per mestiere qualcosa che è parte della vita di tutti: districare l'intreccio di vero, falso, finto che è la trama del nostro stare al mondo.

Poetry and science are both manifestations of the spirit that creates new ways of thinking the world, in order to understand it better. Great science and great poetry are both visionary, and sometimes may arrive at the same insights. The culture of today that keeps science and poetry so far apart is essentially foolish, to my way of thinking, because it makes us less able to see the complexity and the beauty of the world as revealed by both.

What counts is not the pen used for writing but the poetry that is written. The reason we take interest in an automobile engine is not because it makes wheels turn; it is because it takes us places that we could not reach by foot. The turning wheels are just the mechanism of an instrument that allows us to journey.