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Quotes About Poetry

She lives in the poetry she cannot write.
~ Oscar Wilde
Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.
~ Oscar Wilde
Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor.
~ Oscar Wilde
You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play. I tell you Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
~ Oscar Wilde
God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.
~ Oscar Wilde
But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
~ Oscar Wilde
she began quoting some poet whose name I didn't catch, a line about open doors and a single beam of sunlight that struck right to the center of the floor. Her Bronx accent threw the poem around until it seemed to fall at her feet. She looked down sadly at it, its failure, but then she said that Corrigan was full of open doors, and he and Jazzlyn would have a heck of a time of it wherever they happened to be; every single door would be open, especially the one to that castle.
~ Colum McCann
In another life I would have liked to be a poet, I just can't stop the lines in time, so I'm a novelist.
~ Colum McCann
Moom' and 'tomb' actually rhyme, which is something Dickinson hardly ever did, preferring near-rhymes such as 'mat/gate', 'tune/sun,' and 'balm/hermaphrodite.
~ Connie Willis
In that mycoidal phantom blooming in the dawn like an evil lotus and in the melting of solids not heretofore known to do so stood a truth that would silence poetry for a thousand years.
~ Cormac McCarthy
It's easier to remember two things than one. It's why it's easier to remember the words of a song than the words of a poem. For instance. The music is an armature upon which you assemble the words.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
~ Cornelia Funke
There is a sort of busy worm, That will the fairest book deform. Their tasteless tooth will tear and taint The poet, patriot, sage or saint, Nor sparing wit nor learning. Now, if you'd know the reason why, The best of reasons I'll supply: 'Tis bread to the poor vermin. J. Doraston, quoted by W. Blades
~ Cornelia Funke
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. William Shakespeare, Sonnets, No. 130
~ Cornelia Funke
I've got mixed feelings about poetry cause done well poetry is fantastic. But not many people are capable of doing it well. I think you should have some kind of license to perform poetry. A poetic license perhaps.
~ Craig Ferguson
What more do you need? Poetry? Poetry is in the living. Little Sister, in the dreaming. Nobody in the world can teach you that.
~ Cristina García
What the theologian shrinks from, the poet grasps intuitively.
~ Cynthia Bourgeault
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
~ Czes?aw Mi?osz
I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy
~ Czeslaw Milosz
His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
~ D.H. Lawrence
She egged me on to poetry and reading: in a way, she made a man of me. I read and I thought like a house on fire, for her.
~ D.H. Lawrence
What liars poets and everybody were!
~ D.H. Lawrence
Her bottom is so beautiful that once as she crossed the room to the cooler I felt my eyes smart with tears of gratitude.
~ Walker Percy
Your very flesh shall be a great poem...
~ Walt Whitman