Poetry. . . is the music and painting of the mind.
Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.
Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.
You wanted to destroy philosophy and poetry in order to make room for religion and morality which you misunderstood: but you wereable to destroy only yourself.
Some of the greatest poetry is revealing to the reader the beauty in something that was so simple you had taken it for granted.
We are able to feel and learn very quickly through music, through art, through poetry some spiritual things that we would otherwise learn very slowly.
I've done a number of readings at poetry lounges in Vancouver and Los Angeles. I've compiled a book of poetry that's completed, and two others I'm working on.
There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.
Poetry, I thought then, and still do, is a matter of space on the page interrupted by a few well-chosen words, to give them importance. Prose is a less grand affair which has to stretch to the edges of the page to be convincing.
There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.
Poetry is a very complex art. . . . It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.
Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity
In poetry, I didn't have to provide resolution. I could ask hard questions without feeling responsible for the answers.
Poetry is a tree with very deep roots and while there may be excitement about this or that new little branch, you're not going to make anything original by just doing whatever's being rewarded at the moment.
Literature is the question minus the answer.
Our digestions, going sacredly and silently right, that is the foundation of all poetry.
Poetry must be human. If it is not human, it is not poetry.
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.
From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.