Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

Love is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.

My novels and poems are meant to be read aloud. That's why jazz musicians have been able to adapt my stuff.

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.

The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

Poetry must find ways of breaking distance.... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds.

Poetry and preaching do not go well together; when the preacher mounts the pulpit the poet usually goes away.

He who, in an enlightened and literary society, aspires to be a great poet, must first become a little child.

Science fiction, outside of poetry, is the only literary field which has no limits, no parameters whatsoever.

My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

We have the words in our pockets, obscure directions. The old ones have taken away the light of their presence.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are always gay

Poetry, like dreams, will eventually break through every person's consciousness, even the tightest iconoclast's.

Milton, Madam, was a genius that could cut a Colossus from a rock; but could not carve heads upon cherry-stones.

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

Poetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.

The poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

The essence of poetry is invention; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights.

I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in.

A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

It exhibits the effort of an essentially prosaic mind to lift itself, by a prolonged muscular strain, into poetry.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

These capacities for randomness may have been amplified into human creativity through sexual and social selection.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

All the world can be found in poetry. All you need to see and hear. All the moments, good and bad, joyous and sad.

I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.

O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

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.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.

There is an Arabic writer who wrote philosophy and poetry and who brought all religions and all the world together.

A poem is good if it contains a new analogy and startles the reader out of the habit of treating words as counters.

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