A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
But one does not make living writing poetry unless you're a professor, and one frankly doesn't get a lot of girls as a poet.
Poetry is the work of poets, not of peoples or communities; artistic creation can never be anything but the production of an individual mind.
I like it when someone gives me a new book of poetry by a poet I haven't read.
There are distinct duties of a poet laureate. I plan a reading series at the Library of Congress and advise the librarian. The rest is how I want to promote poetry.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
I wonder what all those Chinese poets sound like in Chinese. I like their distilled quality.
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.
Poets are seen as the caretakers of language, so working with words no matter what the form is what we do.
I wouldn't be very happy if a poet read what I had written and said, 'What a peculiar thing to say about this work of mine.'
A poet's work is to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
This tendency to defend a belief structure is true in all cases, even the rational. Never underestimate our ability to convince ourselves of what we wish to be true, especially if we have invested time and money in our beliefs.
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