Poetry: the best words in the best order.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

How poetry comes to the poet is a mystery.

we have let rhetoric do the job of poetry.

Poetry must be made by all and not by one.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

The act of making poetry is an act of hope.

Poetry is evidently a contagious complaint.

A truly poetic canvas is an awakened dream.

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

I feel that anything is possible in a poem.

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

I write poetry in order to live more fully.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

A person born with an instinct for poverty.

Poetry is to a painting what life is to man.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Literature is the question minus the answer.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

Poetry is music written for the human voice.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.

Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.

Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.

A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.

The poem is a plank laid over the lion's den.

Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.

poetry had everything to teach me about life.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.

We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Poetry surprises us with what we already know.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

I think of poets as outlaw visionaries in a way.

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