13,976 Quotes About Poetry

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

I would hope not to be like the artist who has to depend on the naivety of his audience for applause.

What were you before you met me?""I think I was drowning""And what are you now?""Water

Art and Ocean, both have same depths- Immeasurable!

Dying Speech of an Old PhilosopherI strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

I sometimes stood for long momentslistening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself

A espantosa realidade das coisasÉ a minha descoberta de todos os dias.Cada coisa é o que é,E é difícil explicar a alguém quanto isso me alegra,E quanto isso me basta.Basta existir para se ser completo.

If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.

Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)