QUOTES ABOUT POETRY AND GOD:
Son of man, can these bones live?
“There used to be gods in everything
and now they’ve gone….”
— Howard Nemerov in “The Companions
“What use to learn the lessons taught by time
if a star at any time might tell us: Now.”
Howard Nemerov in “The Consent”
Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. ~John Keats
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out. ~Richard RosenIt is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things. ~Stephen Mallarme
The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. ~W.B. Yeats
Who can tell the dancer from the dance? ~William Butler YeatsMost painters have painted themselves. So have most poets: not so palpably indeed, but more assiduously. Some have done nothing else. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind. ~Thomas Babington MacaulayPoetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. ~Salvatore Quasimodo
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas GrayHe lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. ~Oscar Wilde
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. ~Robert Frost, 1935
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. ~Jean Cocteau
I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself. ~Carl SandburgThe poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. ~Jean Cocteau
I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
– – – – James Kavanaugh “Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights”
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
– – – -Mark Stran