The test of the poet is the power to take the passing day, with its news, its cares, its fears, as he shares them, and hold it up to a divine reason, till he sees it to have a purpose and beauty. Then the dry twig blossoms in his hand.
Poetry Quotes
Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.
Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’ day.
Those who demand of poetry a day-dream, or a metamorphosis of their own feeble desires and lusts, or what they believe to be ‘intensity’ of passion, will not find much in Johnson. He is like Pope and Dryden, Crabbe and Landor, a poet for those who want poetry and not something else, some stay for […]
For the Universe has three children, born at one time, which reappear under different names in every system of thought, whether they are called cause, operation and effect; or more poetically, Jove, Pluto, Neptune; or theologically, the Father, the Spirit and the Son; but we will call the Knower, the Doer and the Sayer. These […]
“Has it ever happened to you,” Leon went on, “to come across some vague idea of one’s own in a book, some dim image that comes back to you from afar, and as the most complete expression of your own slightest sentiment?” “I have experienced it,” she replied. “That is why,” he said, “I especially […]
A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightening.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
The poet’s habit of living should be set on a key so low that the common influences should delight him.
Poetry is a hazardous occupation, very hazardous. There may be bad things in there inside you that maybe you can’t handle.
