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There is no doubt that the loftiest written wisdom is either rhymed or in some way musically measured,--is, in form as well as substance, poetry; and a volume which should contain the condensed wisdom of mankind need not have one rhythmless line.

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

There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

There is so much poetry, and yet nothing is more rare than a poetic work. This is what the masses make out of poetical sketches, studies, aphorisms, trends, ruins, and raw material.

There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory.

The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs.

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.

The reverie we intend to study is poetic reverie. This is a reverie which poetry puts on the right track, the track an expanding consciousness follows. This reverie is written, or, at least, promises to be written. It is already facing the great universe of the blank page. Then images begin to compose and fall into place.

There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be

These capacities for randomness may have been amplified into human creativity through sexual and social selection.

The science of Humboldt is one thing, poetry is another thing. The poet to-day, notwithstanding all the discoveries of science, and the accumulated learning of mankind, enjoys no advantage over Homer.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

These days, if you happen to be a poet you have to sing your words to get your ideas out.

The spirit of poetry, like all other living powers, must of necessity circumscribe itself by rules, were it only to unite power with beauty.

The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

These poems are a mental sketch as formed / Passage by passage of light and shade / Maintained and preserved to this point / Brought together in paper and mineral ink

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

To me the poets are closer than I am to the idea of voice, to a sort of primeval song that we all participate in.

Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.

This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.

Though we do not have many poets, we certainly have more than we deserve, for we deserve none at all. It is ourselves that we are hurting by our stupidity and ignorance of poetry.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

To clothe the fiery thought In simple words succeeds, For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds.

To do a poem justice, explain what makes it unique; to get a poem noticed, explain what makes it typical.

To many writers and thinkers, though not to all, another text is, or can be, the most naked and charged of life-forces ... The concept of allusion or analogue is totally inadequate. To Dante these other texts are the organic context of identity. They are as directly about life as life is about them.

To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.

The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.

The way in which modern German poetry follows theories reminds me of pupils who, scolded by their teacher for their insubordination, justify themselves by saying that they invented new rules of propriety according to which they are quite well- behaved.

The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry.

The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity

Those who are not very concerned with art want poems or pictures to record for them something they already know - as one might want a picture of a place he loves.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

To the birds and trees he talks: Caesar of his leafy Rome, There the poet is at home.

True art can only spring from the intimate linking of the serious and the playful.

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer made my mate.

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought

United States: the country where liberty is a statue.

Verse is a mechanism by which we can create interpretative illusions suggesting profoundities of response and understanding which far exceed the engagement or research of the writer.

Verses devoid of substance, melodious trifles. [Lat., Versus inopes rerum, nugaeque canorae.]

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

We all scribble poetry.

We always cut our poetical theories to suit our talent.

We believe we can also show that words do not have exactly the same psychic "weight" depending on whether they belong to the language of reverie or to the language of daylight life-to rested language or language under surveillance-to the language of natural poetry or to the language hammered out by authoritarian prosodies.

we are far too used to the assumption that poetry and poets will be there when we want them, no matter how long they have been ignored, taken for granted, misused. After all, isn't poetry a form of prophecy, and aren't prophets known for their talent for flourishing in inhospitable deserts and other bleak surroundings? Maybe. But maybe not indefinitely.