Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious attention than history.
Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets;and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power,--under-makers.
Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in their best order.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
The finest poetry was first experience.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is truth dwelling in beauty.
Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation and specificity.
CONSIDERING THE VOID When I behold the charm of evening skies, their lulling endurance; the patterns of stars with names of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin; other planets that the Voyager showed were like and so unlike our own, with all their diverse moons, bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces; comets with their streaming tails bent by pressure from our sun; the skyscape of our Milky Way holding in its shimmering disc an infinity of suns (or say a thousand billion); knowing there are holes of darkness gulping mass and even light, knowing that this galaxy of ours is one of multitudes in what we call the heavens, it troubles me. It troubles me. -President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest, about the Revolutionary War).
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.