Poets Quotes

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

The words of the true poems give you more than poems, they give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, & everything else, they balance the ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes, they do not seek beauty, they are sought, forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick. They prepare for death, yet they are not the finish, but rather the outset, they bring none of his or her terminus or to be content & full, whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of the stars, to learn one of the meanings, to launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings & never be quiet again.

Poetry is Life. We experience poetry from the time we awake each morning and inhale that fresh breath of air. You are living poetry. Poetry is not defined by the laws of man. Inspiration is the key.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

...when a good poet is confronted with difficult facts that he knows to be true but also are inimical to poetry, he has no choice but to flee to the margins; it was...this very retreat that allowed him to hear the hidden music that is the source of all art.

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

We say God and the imagination are one . . .How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Without intending to, without even knowing it, he demonstrated with his life that his father had been right when he repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager so lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.

Remember that good poets too can write bad poems! Talent has also a talent to be untalented!

The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.

No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.

When following God, Zero we never find.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

poetry is not—except in a very limited sense—a form of self-expression. Who on earth supposes that the pearl expresses the oyster?

And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband.

can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs...

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

Philosophers, Poets and Fools have similar Consciousness

The essentials of poetry are rhythm dance and the human voice.

Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.

Poetry makes nothing happen.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

All things want to float.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

There is no moral to my song,I praise no right, I blame no wrong;I tell of things that I have seen,I show the man that I have beenAs simply as a poet canWho knows himself poet and man.

What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.

When you write in prose you say what you mean. When you write in rhyme you say what you must.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most self-contained in their daily lives.

. . . Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

Poets make the best topographers.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Although Poets are vain and ambitious, their vanity and ambition are of the purest kind attainable in this world. They are ambitious to be accepted for what they altimately are as revealed in their poetry.

i open for you like a flower.i let you in like a new day.

Colour which is the poet's wealth is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

It might seem like the easier way to get rid of a poet would be just to take him out to the backyard, have him kneel between the cans with tomato plants in them and put a bullet in his brain. But they knew from history that it doesn't work to kill a writer. Every time you shoot a poet,a dozen new ones are born. It's like plucking a grey hair.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Whenever I write a dramatic poem I can't understand why the characters should ever want to be anything but poets themselves.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

In poetry you must love the words the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

Traps!" he said. "Never in the world! Don't think it! Why, Gower is just a necessary olf bore. Nobody's supposed to know much about him--except instructors and their hapless students.

Your head is a lit chamber.

Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.

Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.

A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.

Men of dreams, the lovers and the poets, are better in most things than the men of my sort; the men of intellect. You take your being from your mothers. You live to the full: it is given you to love with your whole strength, to know and taste the whole of life. We thinkers, though often we seem to rule you, cannot live with half your joy and full reality. Ours is a thin and arid life, but the fullness of being is yours; yours the sap of the fruit, the garden of lovers, the joyous pleasaunces of beauty. Your home is the earth, ours the idea of it. Your danger is to be drowned in the world of sense, ours to gasp for breath in airless space. You are a poet, I a thinker. You sleep on your mother's breast, I watch in the wilderness. On me there shines the sun; on you the moon with all the stars. Your dreams are all of girls, mine of boys—