All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“And watch two men washing clothes,one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there’s really only one work.”

“I’ve had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.”

“Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.”

“Love is the poetry of the senses!”

“Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.”

“The eye–it cannot choose but see;We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel, where’er they be,Against or with our will.”

“The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.”

“Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.”

“When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.”

“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.”

“Immortal amarant, a flower which onceIn paradise, fast by the tree of life,Began to bloom; but soon for man’s offenceTo heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,And where the river of bliss through midst of heavenRolls o’er elysian flowers her amber stream:With these that never fade the spirits electBind their resplendent locks.”

“He will one day meet his true love… A fellow traveler on the road… Her eyes will be his ocean… In her ocean he will sail forever….”

“I do think that poetry is important though, if you don’t strive at it, if you don’t fill it full of stars and falseness.”

“I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.”

“Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.”