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It is a mistake to suppose, with some philosophers of aesthetics, that art and poetry aim to deal with the general and the abstract. This misconception has been foisted upon us by mediaeval logic. Art and poetry deal with the concrete of nature, not with separate 'particulars,' for such rows do not exist.

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

It is the role of the artistic coder to question the coding languages, both through self-reflection and by using them for unintended purposes. These coders introduce multiplicity where none existed and challenge definitions of intent for the entire environment of programming language, machine and system.

It is the unspecified 'you' of modern love poems that I am mostly concerned with here. At least, the addressee is commonly a lover, and the very fact that the name is withheld is offered as a guarantee of the closeness and significance of the relationship.

It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.

It is vain for the sober man to knock at poesy's door.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane

I want a poem which is made of compression, passion, precision, symmetry, & disruption.

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

I want a bedroom near the sky, an astrologer's cave Where I can fashion eclogues that are chaste and grave.

I want to be able to touch every part of our community with poetry.

I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God. But all I achieved was awkward shrieking. Not even the pure shriek of a reed in the rain.

I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around.

Just as a child is really a thing that wants to become a man, so is the poem an object of nature that wants to become an object ofart.

I wish you would read a little poetry sometimes. Your ignorance cramps my conversation.

Kierkegaard was once asked, 'What is a poet?' He answered that a poet was an unhappy man whose moans and cries of anguish were transformed into ravishing music.

Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.

Let your poem be kept nine years.

Let's get my incantation right: "I wish I may, I wish I might" Give earth another satellite.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

Literary poetry in a painter is something special, and is neither illustration nor the translation of writing by form.

Literature is the question minus the answer.

Men consort in camp and town But the poet dwells alone.

Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.

Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.

Melancholy is ... the most legitimate of all the poetical tones.

Milton saw not, and Beethoven heard not, but the sense of beauty was upon them, and they fain must speak.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.

Most joyful let the Poet be, it is through him that all men see.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose.

My ear is not working, my poetry ear. I can't write a line that doesn't sound like pots and pans falling out of the cupboard.

Much contemporary verse reads like failed short-short stories rather than failed poetry.

My poetry had the same functional origin and the same formal configuration as teenage acne.

My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.

my poems covered the bare places in my childhood like the fine, new skin under a scab that hasn't yet fallen off completely.

My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.

My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.

Nine-tenths of English poetic literature is the result either of vulgar careerism or of a poet trying to keep his hand in. Most poets are dead by their late twenties.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

Of all the arts poetry (which owes its origin almost entirely to genius and will least be guided by precept or example) maintains the first rank.

Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.

Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves one possibility less for his successors.

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake.