Top Poets Quotes

I write because there are things in me that cannot die.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all...

Artistes breathe and dream creativity!

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

A poem is a meteor.

They say that history is going on somewhere.They say it won't stop. I have heldOne picture still for a long time and waited.

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.

Not everyone who drinks is a poet. Some of us drink because we're not poets.

Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am...

I find my data first in myself, not first in the poets. For if I did not find it in myself, I would not be able to find it in the poets.

I don't really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn't create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people.

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

There can be no forced inspiration.

What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.

Miltons were, on the whole, the most enthusiastic poet followers. A flick through the London telephone directory would yield about four thousand John Miltons, two thousand William Blakes, a thousand o...

On the last day of the worldI would want to plant a tree