Quotes About Poetry

I just submitted what I had to the 'Octopus Books' contest open reading period, and they said they wanted to publish my poetry book. Then I started to publish more and more poetry because people would ask me to do readings or ask me submit something for their journal.

My mother taught us to play baseball, to bake a cake, to play fair - she beat the living daylights out of us sometimes, and she loved us with all her heart; she taught her favorite poets, and there is no child care in the world that will ever be a substitute for what that lady was in our life.

Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.

In much of computer science, I can easily 'auto-grade' your work and give you an instant meaningful feedback. I can't do this when it comes to the subtlety of human thought, language, poetry, philosophy.

He was your usual man when it came to romance, which is to say he couldn't recite Baa Baa Black Sheep when sober, whereas when drunk, sixteen cantos of Byron's Don Juan was par for the course.

All poets write bad poetry. Bad poets publish them, good poets burn them.

France is an absolute monarchy, tempered by ballads.

You are the poem I never knew how to write and this life is the story I have always wanted to tell.

Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure - such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.

Consigned the sandals to my hand

Nahush begot Yayáti: he, Nábhág of happy destiny. Son of Nábhág was Aja: his, The glorious DaÅ›aratha is, Whose noble children boast to be Ráma and Lakshma?, whom we see.

Praise to Válmíki,2bird of charming song,3 Who mounts on Poesy's sublimest spray, And sweetly sings with accent clear and strong Ráma, aye Ráma, in his deathless lay.

It was as though she practiced some shameful art: black magic, voodoo, or poetry.

A poet, Hephaestion, sings not to narrate human events as they occur, but to make sure that we have the opportunity of living the emotions and the passions of our heroes even at a distance of centuries.

Theater and poetry were what helped people stay alive and want to go on living.

Poems help to keep human beings actually responding as human beings to the sufferings of others.

The true poem rests between the words.

My mother used poetry and the arts as a thermometer—if I cried, it meant my heart had not grown cold, my sensibility was alive and well.

Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.

Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.

Poetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.

Poetry isn't an activity, it's a way life is lived.

Poets can't worry about popularity since loving life and humanity involves saying what some people don't want to hear.

Sonet c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc: prin sânge! Ai tras pe tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege!