Poetry Quotes

When Elizabeth Bishop agreed to teach a poetry workshop for the first time (1966), she was dismayed. Her students didn’t know anything but the urge to “discover” or “express” themselves. So she sat them difficult metrical exercises, insisting: “You should have your head filled with poems all the time, until they almost get in your […]

(Poetry) a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.

By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry.

It’s a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing Nature and Humanity, rejoices in its measureless superiority to human passions and human sorrows.

If every man’s internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now!

Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.

The past may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

I’m growing fonder of my staff; I’m growing dimmer in the eyes; I’m growing fainter in my laugh; I’m growing deeper in my sighs; I’m growing careless of my dress; I’m growing frugal of my gold; I’m growing wise; I’m growing – yes, – I’m growing old!

I think that I shall never see A number as lovely as a three. For three is just one less than four But, compared with two, it is one more. The charm is the third time; Three is the first odd prime. Thirds are cut by fools like me, But only God is One in […]