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Poetry Quotes


"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."


"So I suppose poetry, language, the shaping of it, was and remains for me an effort to make sense out of essentially senseless situations."


"True beauty is a rayThat springs from the sacred depths of the soul,and illuminates the body, just as lifesprings from the kernel of a stone andgives colour and scent to a flower."


"When one verse in life ends in ignominy, we can use the glimmering marvel of nature's splendor and frayed edges culled from the black linen of past failures to write uncanny poems that give voice to the fissures in our hollow, reflective poetry that echoes our supple inner world of cherished dreams colliding with the serrated edges of savage realism."


"Poetry transforms and redeems the common, the hurtful, the humiliating."


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


"I think poetry has lost an awful lot of its muscle because nobody knows any. Nobody has to memorize poetry."


"Love is a word, another kind of open.As the diamond comesinto a knot of flameI am Blackbecause I come from the earth's insidetake my word for jewelin the open light."


"She lives the poetry she cannot write."


"And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me."


"Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."



"All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet."


"Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."


"My life is like an autumn leafI lie around unclaimed.The breeze blows me around,To be trampled under the feet of men.Natures cruel feast has bestowed me with pain,Pain of being a part,Just a part of someone.Pain of departing,Departing from that one.Pick me up like a rose,And hold me to your heart.Keep me there till he does not come.And when he comes do a good deed,Dig the earth below,And bury me deepFor I don't want to lie around,Unclaimed, unloved."


"Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form your formlet your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladderrung by rung taking off with me in my dream.I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the shadows.Dark is the world's night without you my love."



"I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican."


"Some Marines made fun of the fact that I had done plays and studied poetry, but then I won the award for physical training."


"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 operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew."


"I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat."



"Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it."



"John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on."


"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary."


"There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry."


"Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain."
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