Hurrah, Mr. Nash, for your writings laughable! We like you surly, we love you affable, And think your poems designed for the nursery Almost the best in your bulging versery.
Poetry Quotes
Slang is a poor man’s poetry.
Winston roused himself a little from his lethargy. He must speak to Ampleforth, and risk the yell from the telescreen. It was even conceivable that Ampleforth was the bearer of the razor blade. “Ampleforth,” he said. There was no yell from the telescreen. Ampleforth paused, mildly startled. His eyes focused themselves slowly on Winston. “Ah, […]
A prize poem is like a prize sheep. The object of the competitor for the agricultural premium is to produce an animal fit, not to be eaten, but to be weighed. Accordingly he pampers his victim into morbid and unnatural fatness; and, when it is in such a state that it would be sent away […]
Poetry is fact given over to imagery.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.
Poetry has done enough when it charms, but prose must also convince.
Poetry I, too, dislike it. Reading, it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.
It was interesting to see them together – Tagore, the poet with the head of a thinker, and Einstein, the thinker with the head of a poet. It seemed to an observer as though two planets were engaged in a chat.
