Quotes About Poetry

It is not] the poet's business to use verse as an advanced form of rhetoric, nor to give to political statements the aura of eternal truth.

A poetry of the meaning of words And a bond with the universe I think there is no light in the world but the world And I think there is light

Poetry must be at least as powerful as music, but I am not sure that it is possible.

I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.

I loved a maid fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

A great battle is a terrible thing," the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart.

One-and-twenty sorts of birds," said Ser Kyle. "One-and-twenty sorts of bird droppings," said Ser Maynard. "You have no poetry in your heart, ser." "You have shit upon your shoulder.

Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!

Knowledge is what man is all about. People like you have tried to hold back progress since the beginning of time. But they failed, and you failed. Man needs to know." "Maybe," Sanders said. "But is that the only thing man needs? I don't think so. I think he also needs mystery, and poetry, and romance. I think he needs a few unanswered questions, to make him brood and wonder.

I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.

There may be more poetry than justice in poetic justice.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.

Reality can only be illuminated by a ray of poetry. Everything is sleep around us.

The cliche is dead poetry.

have you heard about the young Hindu virgin from Kutch, who kept two tame snakes in her crutch, she said when they wriggle, it's a bit of a giggle, but my boyfriends don't like my crutch much. Ha ha ha!' 'Really, captain!' said Mother, outraged, 'I do wish you wouldn't recite poetry in front of Gerry.

choir of cicadas whose song made the air tremble.

There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense like this poem that has been around for so many hundreds of years that you just have to sit back and, with nothing else in mind, laugh out loud. 

I had to remind myself that Islam had once swept north as far as the gates of Vienna; that when the haggadah had been made, the Muslims' vast empire was the bright light of the Dark Ages, the one place where science and poetry still flourished, where Jews, tortured and killed by Christians, could find a measure of peace.

I was struck, as always, that a heathen poet from long ago should know so much of the human heart, and how little that heart changes, though great cities fall and new dispensations sweep away the old and pagan creeds.

When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood, God blessed the green island, he saw it was good. The Emerald of Europe, it sparkled and shone In the ring of this world, the most precious stone.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

Chaucer, I confess, is a rough diamond; and must be polished e'er he shines.