Some of the greatest poetry is revealing to the reader the beauty in something that was so simple you had taken it for granted.
Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.
Poetry in the soul ennobles the insignificant. Something in us does yearn for the ideal.
Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.
Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable. It is not necessarily safe.
My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..
There is a difference between a poem and a writing incrusted with a feel of Poetry to fall within range
Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it's the home of the extraordinary, the only home.
Dylan Thomas is now as much a case history as a chapter in the history of poetry.
Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
There isn't, even now, a great tradition of novel-writing in Afghanistan. Most of the literature is in the form of poetry.
It's always good to show that poetry isn't the little depressed lyric people believe it to be, that it's something bigger.
All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears.
Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help.
But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.
It is the province of poetry to be more realistic and present than the artificial narratives of an outer discourse, and not afraid of the truthful difficulty of the average human life.
I am absolutely convinced that my life was redeemed by poetry.
As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the days of old, inwardly its poetry is much deeper.
