Cities get built out of poet's dreams.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Science is for those who learn poetry for those who know.
A poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.
I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.
You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.
The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps...
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its t...
No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.
I pen you words from my heartneither paper nor pen would doas I lay them out in flowery fontswhat more could you ask foras I am writing in your heartthe love that I want to endureI am no Keats nor am...
I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.
We are all poets, really.
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without...
Her in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousan...
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose - words in their best order poetry - the best words in their best order.