Quotes of: True-poet Keyword

I think a poet is anybody who wouldn't call himself a poet.

Bob Dylan

As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.

John Keble

John Keating: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.

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Neil: If I don't ask him, at least I won't be disobeying him.

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For a poet to depict a poet in poetry is a hazardous experiment; in regarding one's own trade a sense of humour and a little wholesome cynicism are not amiss.

Edward Dowden

The job of the poet is to render the world - to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.

Mark Van Doren

The Language Poets are writing only about language itself. The Ashbery poets are writing only about poetry itself. That seems to me a kind of dead end.

Robert Morgan

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Emile Zola

Recall what used to be the theme of poetry in the romantic era. In neat verses the poet lets us share his private, bourgeois emotions: his sufferings great and small, his nostalgias, his religious or political pre-occupations, and, if he were English...

The Dehumanization of Art and Other Essays on Art, Culture and Literature

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

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Only the power of light illuminates our thoughts and our being.

From Poet's Hand

Great men are rare, poets are rarer, but the great man who is a poet, transfiguring his greatness, is the rarest of all events.

John Drinkwater

The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.

Jose Ortega y Gasset

Critics write out of intellectual exercise, not poets. Poets write straight from the heart.

Erica Jong

John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.

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Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie? Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.

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John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.

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John Keating: Carpe diem, seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

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Chet Danburry: Next time I see you, you die.

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Richard Cameron: You can't save Keating, but you can save yourselves!

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