Poetry Quotes

Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O’Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

I gave up on new poetry myself thirty years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world.

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.

We feel that this state and indeed this nation and this world is desperately in need of the deepest and most profound human values that poetry can teach. That is what Keats and Du Bois called for the poet to do, to bring Truth and Beauty. To be like the most ancient paradigmythic image of […]

If every man’s internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now!

Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.

The past may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

I’m growing fonder of my staff; I’m growing dimmer in the eyes; I’m growing fainter in my laugh; I’m growing deeper in my sighs; I’m growing careless of my dress; I’m growing frugal of my gold; I’m growing wise; I’m growing – yes, – I’m growing old!

I think that I shall never see A number as lovely as a three. For three is just one less than four But, compared with two, it is one more. The charm is the third time; Three is the first odd prime. Thirds are cut by fools like me, But only God is One in […]