Quotes About Poetry

When I really want to be soothed and reminded of why people bother to fiddle with sentences, I often read poetry.

So I really began as a failed poet - although when I first wanted to be a writer, I learned to write prose by reading poetry.

From my music training, I knew that, some Spanish rhythms apart, 5/4 is a time signature used only in the modern era. Holst's Mars from the Planets is 5/4. But if you speak lines of poetry in that pattern you just end up hitting the off-beats. It's only when you add a rest - a sixth beat - that it sounds as it surely should sound.

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer's block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I'm projecting here.

And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me

Aud rhymes with cowed.

Aud rhymes with shroud.

Her own sea-grey with green to his sea-green with grey.

Poetry rescues things by reconciling matter and spirit in the metaphor.

Apologetics should mix skepticism and poetry. Skepticism to strangle idols, poetry to seduce souls.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines. RUMI, from GRANITE AND WINEGLASS

At last comes Malherbe and, the first to do so in France, brings to his verse a smooth cadence.

Happy who in his verse can gently steerFrom grave to light, from pleasant to severe.

Some excel in rhyme who reason foolishly.

opening and closing the pages of a celestial dictionary at will and always falling upon the words hair fur and sex until a bunch of distant images arise at the same time as June when she kneels in front of me her tongue making little cross-strokes in my full-moon fur my enchanted-lake fur we should do it again so that I too can stroke through June's fur.

When it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images.

I don't think rap really fits in to 'American Idol' in the sense that I believe rap is an art form in itself more akin to poetry, more akin to drama, if you will.

I woke up this morning exhausted from hiding the me of me. So I stand here confiding there's more to Devon than jump shot and rim. I'm more than tall and lengthy of limb. I dare you to peep behind these eyes, discover the poet in tough-guy disguise. Don't call me Jump Shot. My name is surprise.

Dio mio, come sei bella, a volte, lunga, lunga strada. Quante volte, come un naufrago che sta per affogare mi sono afferrato a te, e tu ogni volta mi hai raccolto misericordiosa e mi hai salvato! E quante idee meravigliose sono nate in te, quante fantasie poetiche, quante impressioni stupende ho provato!

?airin i?i sinsice dünyan?n pazar yerine ula?mak de?ildir. O, sessiz bir ke?i? gibi dünyada ya?ar ama oraya ait de?ildir...

Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!

Una volta mostrò a Chodasevic la poesia di un autore della generazione «minore» e gli domandò che metro fosse: un metro, secondo Rudnev, poco serio e addirittura ballabile. Era il trimetro giambico. Chodasevic, arrivato a casa, si sdraiò voltando la faccia verso la parete e disse: «Ecco da che gente dipendiamo».

Where the average person appreciates the beauty of surf and waves, Gus, an engineer, sees only practical design. Gravity, plus ocean current, plus wind. Poetry to the common man is a unicorn viewed from the corner of an eye—an unexpected glimpse of the intangible. To an engineer, only the ingenuity of pragmatic solutions is poetic. Function over form. It's not a question of optimism or pessimism, a glass half full or half empty. To an engineer, the glass is simply too big.