Quotes on Poet

About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives.

Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.

To practice your scales, so to speak, in order play the symphony, is what you have to do as a young poet.

I don't like the stigma that comes with being called a poet . . . So I call what I'm doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity

Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.

A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

A jazz musician is a combination orator, dialectician, mathematician, athlete, entertainer, poet, singer, dancer, diplomat, educator, student, comedian, artist, seducer, public masturbator, and general all-round good fellow.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.

Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.

The worth of a civilization or a culture is not valued in the terms of its material wealth or military power, but by the quality and achievements of its representative individuals - its philosophers, its poets and its artists.

CEMETERY, n. An isolated suburban spot where mourners match lies, poets write at a target and stone-cutters spell for a wager.

He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

The art of life, of a poet's life, is, not having anything to do, to do something.