poets Quotes

“The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”

“I became weary of the poets, of the old and of the new: superficial are they all unto me, and shallow seas. They did not think sufficiently into the depth; therefore their feeling did not reach to the bottom.”

“Then I knew that not by wisdom do poets write poetry, but by a sort of genius and inspiration; they are like diviners or soothsayers who also say many fine things, but do not understand the meaning of them.”

“A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.”

“For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.”

“Why do poets always talk about the ocean’s waves, about their single file march to shore, and yet never talk about my grandmother’s farts, which arrive in time, one after the other, with equal regularity?”

“When you choose to be a poet, you become a place that people walk through and then leave when they are ready”

“You hardly know me, Johnny, so I beg you to believe my reputation: I’m a constant soldier and a sometime poet and I will be King.”

“Our new dog, named for the beloved poet, ate a book which unfortunately we had left unguarded.”

″...but for our sakes dear Susie, who please ourselves with the fancy that we are the only poets- and everyone else is prose, let us hope they will yet be willing to share our humble world and feed upon such ailment as we consent to do!”

“Poets don’t even know when they’re lying. They’re just trying to remember their dreams. They’re trying to remember six thousand years of history and all the versions of all the stories ever told.”

“No-Emperors may let their memories lie even more readily than poets and historians.”

“A poet, a weaver of dreams, a man who makes glory from nothing and dazzles you with its making. And my job now is to tell this day’s tale in such a way that men will never forget our great deeds.”

He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet’s soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.