Quotes About Poetry

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

I was born to travel and write verse.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage...

J'aime la folle cruauté des chimères qu'on apprivoise.

Demander à la poésie du sentimentalisme ... ce n'est pas ça. Des mots rayonnants, des mots de lumière ... avec un rythme et une musique, voilà ce que c'est, la poésie.

Her eyes were a poem; their every glance was a song.

Ochii ei erau cu adev?rat poem iar privirile alc?tuiau fiecare un cântec.

Thus the ordinary, uncontrolled chattering we call "prose" changes its nature, like coal becoming incandescent. Poetry resembles music.

If we examine the poems of Thérèse of Lisieux at all, they reveal themselves richer than we first thought. And this is the problem with her poetry: We have to go beyond the simple style, which is naturally and deliberately artless—as is fitting for a "Carmelite poem"—to discover the treasures it conceals.

For Thérèse, poetry was not "art for amusement," because she did not write for her own satisfaction but out of duty, or at least with a concern to serve, to help, and to encourage.6

To love love and not its meaning, hardens the heart in monstrous ways..." (The Rape Of The Swan) Footnote : A form of self-edification, infatuation, lust and the epitome of hedonism.

Let the high Muse chant loves Olympian: We are but mortals, and must sing of men.

Several recent writers on the subject have laid down that every translation of Greek poetry, especially bucolic poetry, must be in rhyme of some sort. But they have seldom stated, and it is hard to see, why. There is no rhyme in the original, and primâ facie should be none in the translation.

There can be no poetry after Auschwitz.

To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

Perennial suffering has as much right to expression as a tortured man has to scream; hence it may have been wrong to say that after Auschwitz you could no longer write poems.

Beatrice closed her eyes and dreamed whatever flowers dream. Beatrice: That's very poetic, but they don't dream anything. Flowers have no cerebral cortex.

The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.

We] all need more than anything else to know human nature, to know the needs of the human soul; and they will find this nature and these needs set forth as nowhere else by the great imaginative writers, whether of prose or of poetry.

History which is not professedly utilitarian, history which is didactic only as great poetry is unconsciously didactic, may yet possess that highest form of usefulness, the power to thrill the souls of men with stories of strength and craft and daring, and to lift them out of their common selves to the heights of high endeavor.

Nature composes some of her loveliest poems for the microscope and the telescope.

Words were his delight; Hers, a gay gracefulness Of dancing and moving. But when to the place Of deep loving (Starlight at midnight) At last they came, Their full communion And consummation, Their complete sphere, Was stillness for her, Silence for him.

Din eskiden ÅŸiirseldi. Ancak bask?lar alt?nda nesre dönüÅŸtü. Bilimle ayn? boks ringine girdiÄŸini düÅŸündü ve tan?nmaz hale geldi.

Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help.