Poetry Quotes

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the ...

Poetry destroyed? Genius banished? No! Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought. No...

We can burst the bonds which chain us,Which cold human hands have wrought,And where none shall dare ...

Some have won a wild delight,By daring wilder sorrow;Could I gain thy love to-night,I'd hazard death...

To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe al...

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toi...

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never...

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blosso...

He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the mo...

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a w...

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of a...

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by...

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had...

Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness...

Hesitate once, hesitate twice, hesitate a hundred times before employing political standards as a de...

Yet should there hover in their restless headsOne thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,Which ...

Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the s...

Don't be afraid of poetry.

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that L...

Dream!Forge yourself and riseOut of your mind and into others.Men, be women.Fish, be flies.Girls, ta...

I dreamed I spoke in another's language,I dreamed I lived in another's skin,I dreamed I was my own b...

Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for ...

Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' se...

I've got mixed feelings about poetry cause done well poetry is fantastic. But not many people are ca...

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause ...

...much of poetry in the making is the fiddle with a few items. You lay a word against another and w...

Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those tha...

Poetry is an attempt to penetrate the dense reality to find a place where the simplest things look a...

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

The purpose of poetry is to remind ushow difficult it is to remain just one person,for our house is ...

In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent; A thing brought forth that we didn't know...

No duties. I don’t have to be profound.I don’t have to be artistically perfect.Or sublime. Or edifyi...

You see how I tryTo reach with wordsWhat matters mostAnd how I fail.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person...

The world deprived of clear-cut outlines, of the up and the down, of good and evil, succumbs to a pe...

Reality calls for a name, for words, but it is unbearable, and if it is touched, if it draws very cl...

Since poetry deals with the singular, not the general, it cannot - if it is good poetry - look at th...

The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis th...

I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.and it is not because the mechanism is working...

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about grav...

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet ...

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness...

Across the centuries the moral systems from medival chivalry to Bruce Springsteen love anthems have ...

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but j...

I wouldn't be surprised if poetry - poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled wit...

He wouldn't perform without a recording now, she was certain, like a poet working in the oral tradit...

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, W...

In the dark I rest,unready for the light which dawnsday after day,eager to be shared.Black silk, she...

The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic...

Yes, he is here in thisopen field, in sunlight, amongthe few young trees set outto modify the bare f...

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.

There's in my mind a...turbulent moon-ridden girlor old woman, or both,dressed in opals and rags, fe...

As human beings we’ve certainly suffered the loss of awe, the loss of sacredness, and the loss of th...

In the Village IIIWho has removed the typewriter from my desk,so that I am a musician without his pi...

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its ...

But drunkenly, or secretly, we swore,Disciples of that astigmatic saint,That we would never leave th...

How can love's spaciousnessbe conveyed in the narrowconfines of one syllable?

Why do they [Americans] quarrel, why do they hate Negroes, Indians, even Germans, why do they not ha...

Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a l...

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose-petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the...

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the ...

i have had my ups and downsbut wotthehell wotthehellyesterday sceptres and crownsfried oysters and v...

As Henry Moore carvedor modelled his sculpture every day,he strove to surpass Donatello4. and failed...

My parents were willing to let me follow my nose, do what I wanted to do, and they supported my inte...

Go then, O my inseperable, this once more,

For that you should read the original. In very great poetry the music often comes through even when ...

How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do""Except to...

She had her image… and anything added to that would be mere verse-making. Something might come of it...

The TriflerDeath's the lover that I'd be taking;Wild and fickle and fierce is he.Small's his care if...

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say...

A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in tw...

MenThey hail you as their morning starBecause you are the way you are.If you return the sentiment,Th...

Little WordsWhen you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,Nor singing sea at night, nor silver bird...

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping ri...

City of Vassillian a party of five sage princes with four horses. The princes, who are of course bra...

for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been adde...

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha C...

[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been adde...

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or s...

And death shall have no dominion.Under the windings of the seaThey lying long shall not die windily;...

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in...

I sang in my chains like the sea

On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloodyBelly of the rich year...

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage agains...

Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea.

Come on up, boys-I'm dead.

A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer he approaches lucid ground warily like a mariner w...

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove ...

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,In spider’s web a truth discerning,Attach one silken strand to you...

Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettin...