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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.

Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.

by Mikhail Dudan Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning read more

A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

by Randall Jarell Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

by Aristotle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

by Aristotle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

by Thomas Gray Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
And in one word, heroically mad.

by John Dryden Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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