Quotes About Poetry

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For a moment he became smoke. How intimate, now, the cloudy sky.

In the Bible, God uses several different types of writing to convey his truth. There are narratives (often with commentary), preaching and exhortation (as in the prophets), laws and regulations, the distilled wisdom of Proverbs, philosophical discussion (as in Job and Ecclesiastes), and poetry (as in the Psalms). Poetry has its own ways.

I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

Reading poetry gives me a sense of calm, well-being, and love for humanity - the same stuff more flexible women get from yoga.

Many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

Twenty years ago no one could have imagined the effects the Internet would have: entire relationships flourish, friendships prosper ... there's a vast new intimacy and accidental poetry, not to mention the weirdest porn. The entire human experience seems to unveil itself like the surface of a new planet.

Poetry is an art, the easiest to dabble in, but the hardest to reach true excellence.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

I've written for every medium except poetry, at which I suck.

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

The Universal Turtle Verse I spend the day nibbling rent-free Underneath the Giving Tree. Me, Rirty Dat and Snerry Jake Show Runny Babbit how to make Up verses. Then I lug my hump (Careful not to bump the Glump) Into the woods to trade a word With the argle-bargle bird: Nuthatch wisely recommends, Find out where the sidewalk ends.

Beauty is startling. She wears a gold shawl in the summer and sells seven kinds of honey at the flea market. She is young and old at once, my daughter and my grandmother. In school she excelled in mathematics and poetry. . . Beauty will dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask her.

Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born.

You may want to find a way to suggest ironic distance between the poet and speaker.

Poetry is the flower of civilization," said Chesterton in one lecture. "Romanticism has worked itself out in our time in nonsense and dirt. We should remind the humanists that if poetry has become too personal it has also become unpoetic.

Zen has a pronounced iconoclastic tendency, and regards the study of texts, doctrines, and dogmas as a potential hindrance to spiritual awakening, relying instead on humour, spontaneity, unconventionality, poetry, and other forms of artistic expression to communicate the idea of enlightenment

I think that someone should do a version of Die Hard in heroic couplets.

just joking!" I protested. "I hate poetry." "Come on, A.J.," said

To be a true poet is to become God. I tried to explain this to my friends on Heaven's Gate. 'Piss, shit,' I said. 'Asshole motherfucker, goddamn shit goddamn. Cunt. Pee-pee cunt. Goddamn!' They shook their heads and smiled, and walked away. Great poets are rarely understood in their own day.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever Keats

I think you should be nicer to Sir Graham, Majesty," Aisling declared, and sat down on the deck beside Maeve's chair. "After all, he did give you these roses." "And that pretty dress." "And that poem on your breakfast tray." "I think he wrote it himself.