Quotes About Poetry

Translation is an interestingly different way to be involved both with poetry and with the language that I've found myself living in much of the time. I think the two feed each other.

I have experienced healing through other writers' poetry, but there's no way I can sit down to write in the hope a poem will have healing potential. If I do, I'll write a bad poem.

When you translate poetry in particular, you're obliged to look at how the writer with whom you're working puts together words, sentences, phrases, the triple tension between the line of verse, the syntax and the sentence.

To like Keats is a test of fitness for understanding poetry, just as to like Shakespeare is a test of general mental capacity.

After a full belly all is poetry.

Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.

Freedom is poetry, taking liberties with words, breaking the rules of normal speech, violating common sense. Freedom is violence.

I never abandoned either forms or freedom. I imagine that most of what could be called free verse is in my first book. I got through that fairly early.

Emily Dickinson liked to shock people. She liked to break rules. There was a kind of rebellious freedom in her inner world.

A friend is like a poem.

We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry.

We [poets] set men free from their desires.

I read poetry to save time.

There's so much to be grateful for, words are poor things.

Capriciu În fiecare sear? strâng de prin vecini toate scaunele disponibile ?i le citesc versuri. Scaunele sunt foarte receptive la poezie, dac? ?tii cum s? le a?ezi. De aceea eu m? emo?ionez, ?i timp de câteva ore le povestesc ce frumos a murit sufletul meu peste zi. Întâlnirile noastre sunt de obicei sobre, f?r? entuziasme de prisos. În orice caz, înseamn? c? fiecare ne-am f?cut datoria, ?i putem merge mai departe.

Într-un târziu.... Într-un târziu Vine ?i poezia. Dup? fr?mânt?ri de o noapte, Spre ziu?. (Pe la cântatul coco?ilor de ziu?) – Ceva nou? întreb încerc?nat. – Nimic. – Atunci de ce-ai mai venit? – Ca s?-?i fac o via?? mai frumoas?, zice.

E-o pasare ce-i spunem Bate-Vant. Ea da din aripi fara a zbura, De parca zborul ei inseamna a sta In aer, suspendata de un punct.

Vina mea e c? m-am b?gat si-am încercat s? fac imposibilul, s? dau via?? unei scheme, s? inventez, s? pompez poezia ?i filozofia în ni?te pl?mâni mor?i.

Mi mano derecha es una golondrina Mi mano izquierda es un ciprés Mi cabeza por delante es un señor vivo

La realidad es un manojo de poemas sobre los cuales nadie reclama derechos de autor.

We campaign in poetry. But when we're elected we're forced to govern in prose.

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

Master Ren: "To quote the poets.. we're fucked".