Poets Quotes - Page 3

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry.

This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.

The arts that have escaped [uniformity] best are the arts in which the public take no interest. Poetry is an instance of what I mean. We have been able to have fine poetry in England because the public do not read it, and consequently do not influence it.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffrings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. People corwd around the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.

Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible the world has written its own.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

Poets and painters are outside the class system or rather they constitute a special class of their own like the circus people and the gypsies.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.