Quotes About Poetry

3 de maio Aprendi com meu filho de dez anos Que a poesia é a descoberta Das coisas que eu nunca vi

Run slowly, horses of the night.

Whatever I tried to write was verse.

Perhaps too my name will be joined to theirs [the names of famous poets].

Even today it remains a moot point among the critics whether the very first extant poet of our Western civilization has ever been surpassed for the grandeur and sublimity of his diction.

I was a visual artist primarily and a writer, even from a very young age. I wrote a lot of stories and poetry and... I had a desire to create always. And I always had a desire to show my work.

I work on words quite separately to music. They're both ongoing, and I don't ever feel like I'm working in a cycle in that respect, because it's every day anyway, no matter what I'm doing. Then I get to a point when I've collected together enough words that seem like they want to be songs rather than poems, or sometimes not.

Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Una scienza incapace di spaventare è una scienza inutile. Noi biologi del mare avremmo bisogno di un poeta per raccontare cosa succede là sotto e per accendere la nostalgia di quando il mare era ancora il mare.

But for others, and I am one, the poet's words will be precise, piercing, and disquieting. They remind me of moments when it is clear—if I have eyes to see—that the life I am living is not the same as the life that wants to live in me. In those moments I sometimes catch a glimpse of my true life, a life hidden like the river beneath the ice. And in the spirit of the poet, I wonder: What am I meant to do? Who am I meant to be?

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.

Poets and children," said Sylvan. "We are the same really. When you can't find a poet, find a child. Remember that.

But you have poetry, you say. And if you can tell me what poetry is, where the line is drawn between the beauty and the breathing of breath into something to make it beautiful, I will claim poetry as my own."-Patricia Smith

What do we do with these huge gifts of the throat and tongue? How do we manage? — Related to the Buttercup, Blooms in Spring

Among your earthiest words, the angels stray...

A man innocently dabbles in words and rhymes and finds that it is his life

At school some learning by heart was compulsory, though not irksome. But this intake was out-distanced many times, as it always is among people who need poetry, by a private anthology, both of those automatically absorbed and of poems consciously chosen and memorized as though one were stocking up for a desert island or for a stretch of solitary.

The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don't think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter's horns. It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged light.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Poetry is a song without music. A song without music is like a body without a soul.