Poets

"Poets don't drive. Never trust a poet who can drive. Never trust a poet at the wheel. If he can drive, distrust the poems."

"Poets are all who love, — who feel great truths, And tell them."

"A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure."

"Always be a poet, even in prose."

"Poets and anarchists are always the first to go. Where. To the frontline. Wherever it is."

""There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell."

"God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were."

"It must be the caress of the useless,/the endless sadness of being a poet,/of singing and singing, without breaking/the peerless tragedy of existence."

"Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Catullus scarcely has a decent poem, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning with "Formosum Pastor Corydon.""

"For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable."

"A great poet belongs to no country ; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public."

"Mother and poetess do not rhyme, but they go together rather well."

"A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams."

"The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood."

"A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses."

"To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one."

"There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know."

"In this American moment, it's fundamentally queer to be a poet, to be interested in what can't be packaged or sold in the marketplace, queer to enjoy the fundamentally useless, contemplative pleasure of poetry. Queer means that which is not business as usual, not solid identities founded on firm grounds, but a world in question."

"For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."

"A poem is a naked person . . . some people say that I am a poet."

"You don't have to write anything down to be a poet. Some work in gas stations. Some shine shoes. I don't really call myself one because I don't like the word. Me? I'm a trapeze artist."

"There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. … To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food."

"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different."

"The poet is a truth bearer of reality and image. We live in a society of denial that doesn't want to see or hear these truth tales, so consequently poets are shunned to a great degree because people don't always want to hear the truth...In the old days poets used to go into the factories and the sugar and tobacco plantations and recite to the workers while they were doing their thing. No more. Perhaps it's a fear of intelligence, of language. A fear of self-realization."

"I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds."

"The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation."

"The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry with him."

"To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession."

"Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science."

"Even nowadays an archaic sense of love-innocence recurs, however briefly, among most young men and women. Some few of these, who become poets, remain in love for the rest of their lives, watching the world with a detachment unknown to lawyers, politicians, financiers, and all other ministers of that blind and irresponsible successor to matriarchy and patriarchy — the mechanarchy."

"Heilige Gefäße sind die Dichter, Worin des Lebens Wein, der Geist Der Helden sich aufbewahrt."

"The prose writer drags meaning along with a rope, the poet makes it stand out and hit you."

"Poets themselves, tho' liars by profession, always endeavour to give an air of truth to their fictions…"

"A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity-he is continually informing and filling some other body."

"A poet doesn't always have to be good. You take Ezra Pound; he was a poet in the classic sense, he was a fine poet. Nothing wrong with his poetry except he was a Nazi. He had a different view than we did. You have a picture there of a poet, but a different type of poet."

"Often the poet will take faded words, lying forgotten and cobwebbed. He shakes off their dust, collected over generations, and marries them off to new images. He conducts them to a new breyshis, a second genesis. He also sets words as witnesses to the eternal struggle between justice and injustice, between purity and impurity...a great poet or artist is no coincidence in the history of a people. He is the logical consequence of historical developments, a product of ceaseless labor that has lasted generations. Centuries are spent toiling in the dark laboratory of the national subconscious in order to produce such a perfect individual who could become the people’s memory, its tongue, and—its conscience. His rise may not be attributed only to himself but rather, should be considered an answer to the nation’s concealed questioning of its own fears, of its own dreams. Only then, when the people itself is creative, when it searches and struggles, when it collects its debts from itself alone, the answer comes—in the form of a tremendous poetic talent."

"There cannot be a greater error than to suppose that the poet does not feel what he writes. What an extraordinary, I might say, impossible view, is this to take of an art more connected with emotion than any of its sister sciences. What — the depths of the heart are to be sounded, its mysteries unveiled, and its beatings numbered by those whose own heart is made by this strange doctrine — a mere machine wound up by the clock-work of rhythm ! No ; poetry is even more a passion than a power, and nothing is so strongly impressed on composition as the character of the writer. I should almost define poetry to be the necessity of feeling strongly in the first instance, and the as strong necessity of confiding in the second."

"People ought to be grateful : I have done a great deal for the poets ; is there not one among them to do something for me ? I entreat them to recollect that I have read them, which is a great deal ; I have bought them, which is still more ; and I have reduced their theory to practice, which is most of all. They owe me a recompense, and I have a plan in my head. I want one of them to come and commit suicide in my garden, and leave a paper behind requesting to be interred in that very spot. He might assign any reason his imagination suggested, and I would take care that religious attention should be paid to his last wish ; indeed, it is for that I desire his death."

"For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one."

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind."

"It is indeed astonishing that all are obsessed with poets and cannot tear themselves away from them. You would think that once they were read, that was that. Transcended, as they say now. Nothing could be farther from the truth."

"The authentic artist carries within himself another world to which the ordinary person has no access. The great value of the poet is that he enriches us with new, thoroughly experienced feelings, with unseen or differently seen landscapes."

"half-holy, half-criminal,/or altogether a poet."

"Poets and priests were one in the beginning, and they only separated in later times. But the real poet is always a priest, just as the real priest always remains a poet."

"All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful."

"when people say, “What can poets do?” I often say, “Just what any other working group could do to get anything accomplished, and that is to organize.”"

"σοφὸς ὁ πολλὰ εἰδὼς φυᾷ."

"At any rate, at his [the God of Love] touch every man becomes a poet "though formerly unvisited by the Muse"."

"While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep."

"Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with whom shall end."

"Poets like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art."

"And as to the poets, those who go astray follow them."

"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep."

"The first task of any man who would be a poet is to know himself completely; he seeks his soul, inspects it, tests it, learns it... The Poet makes himself into a seer by a long, involved and logical derangement of all the senses... The poet is really a thief of fire."

"Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young."

"He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life."

"For ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear; A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile."

"Call it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies."

"A poet participates in the eternal, the infinite, and the one; as far as relates to his conceptions, time and place and number are not. The grammatical forms which express the moods of time, and the difference of persons, and the distinction of place, are convertible with respect to the highest poetry without injuring it as poetry; and the choruses of Aeschylus, and the book of Job, and Dante’s “Paradise” would afford, more than any other writings, examples of this fact, . . . ."

"When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.—Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical."

"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs."

"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name."

"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."

"I think of poets over the ages sending their voices out into the sky, leaving quiet, indelible trails."

"Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling flowers, nor whatsoever else may make the too-much-loved earth more lovely; her world is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden."

"When the poets rhyme in the summertime/You'll hear melodies in the words"

"Strange as these words may sound I often play with the idea that when all the social theories collapse and wars and revolutions leave humanity in utter gloom, the poet — whom Plato banned from his Republic — may rise up to save us all."

"As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the upper Paleolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times."

"Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled."

"A poet looks at the world somewhat as a man looks at a woman."

"What is his [the poet's] function? Certain it is not to lead people out of the confusion in which they find themselves. nor is it, I think, to comfort them while they follow their readers to and fro. I think that his function is to make his imagination theirs and that he fulfills himself only as he sees his imagination become the light in the minds of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives."

"Unjustly poets we asperse: Truth shines the brighter clad in verse, And all the fictions they pursue Do but insinuate what is true."

"It is worse than useless to deplore the irremediable; yet no man, probably, has failed to mourn the fate of mighty poets, whose dawning gave the promise of a glorious day, but who passed from earth while yet the light that shone in them was crescent."

"I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing."

"Any form of orthodoxy is just not part of a poet's province … A poet must be able to claim … freedom to follow the vision of poetry, the imaginative vision of poetry … And in any case, poetry is religion, religion is poetry. The message of the New Testament is poetry. Christ was a poet, the New Testament is metaphor, the Resurrection is a metaphor; and I feel perfectly within my rights in approaching my whole vocation as priest and preacher as one who is to present poetry; and when I preach poetry I am preaching Christianity, and when one discusses Christianity one is discussing poetry in its imaginative aspects. … My work as a poet has to deal with the presentation of imaginative truth."

"A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard becomes Who void of envy, guile and lust of gain, On virtue still and nature's pleasing themes Poured forth his unpremeditated strain."

"The poet… may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather."

"The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy."

"Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry."

"Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot."

"The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem.""

"A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring"

"To have great poets, there must be great audiences, too."

"Many questions haven't been answered as yet. Our poets may be wrong; but what can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past."

"That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton."

"We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness."

"Poets are those who love truth and want justice."

"A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote."

"Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère."

"Ah, poet-dreamer, within those walls What triumphs shall be yours! For all are happy and rich and great In that City of By-and-by."

"O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty."

"One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he, "So! you've a poet in your house," and smiled. "A poet? God forbid," I cried; and then It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent Verse to the paper; how they printed it In Poet's Corner."

"Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature."

"And poets by their sufferings grow,— As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent."

"A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility."

"Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see."

"He koude songes make and wel endite."

"Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse."

"Adhuc neminem cognovi poetam, qui sibi non optimus videretur."

"Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it."

"And spare the poet for his subject's sake."

"Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared, And ages ere the Mantuan Swan was heard; To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, asked ages more."

"Greece, sound thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame."

"They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own."

"Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those made not poets, but the poets those."

"I can no more believe old Homer blind, Than those who say the sun hath never shined; The age wherein he lived was dark, but he Could not want sight who taught the world to see."

"The poet must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world as with the studies of taste; one to whom labour is negligence, refinement a science, and art a nature."

"Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe."

"Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both, the last. The force of nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two."

"Poets should be law-givers; that is, the boldest lyric inspiration should not chide and insult, but should announce and lead the civil code, and the day's work."

"All men are poets at heart."

"Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart."

"Wer den Dichter will verstehen Muss in Dichters Lande gehen."

"'Neuere Poeten thun viel Wasser in die Tinte.'"

"Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse."

"Singing and rejoicing, As aye since time began, The dying earth's last poet Shall be the earth's last man."

"His virtues formed the magic of his song."

"Lo! there he lies, our Patriarch Poet, dead! The solemn angel of eternal peace Has waved a wand of mystery o'er his head, Touched his strong heart, and bade his pulses cease."

"We call those poets who are first to mark Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn,— Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone."

"Where go the poet's lines?— Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!"

"In his own verse the poet still we find, In his own page his memory lives enshrined, As in their amber sweets the smothered bees,— As the fair cedar, fallen before the breeze, Lies self-embalmed amidst the mouldering trees."

"Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnæ."

"Poets, the first instructors of mankind, Brought all things to their proper native use."

"Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseris, Sublimi feriam sidera vertice."

"Genus irritabile vatum."

"Disjecti membra poetæ."

"Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit."

"Was ever poet so trusted before!"

"For a good poet's made, as well as born."

"O 'tis a very sin For one so weak to venture his poor verse In such a place as this."

"Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific,—and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise,— Silent, upon a peak in Darien."

"Je chantais comme l'oiseau gémit."

"All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal."

"For voices pursue him by day, And haunt him by night,— And he listens, and needs must obey, When the Angel says: "Write!""

"Like the river, swift and clear, Flows his song through many a heart."

"O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?"

"The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below!"

"A terrible thing to be pestered with poets! But, alas, she is dumb, and the proverb holds good, She never will cry till she's out of the wood!"

"Sithe of our language he was the lodesterre."

"For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot."

"Non scribit, cujus carmina nemo legit."

"You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise."

"Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill."

"Valeant mendacia vatum."

"Sappho is a great poet because she is a lesbian, which gives her erotic access to the Muse. Sappho and the homosexual-tending Emily Dickinson stand alone above women poets, because poetry's mystical energies are ruled by a hierach requiring the sexual subordination of her petitioners. Women have achieved more as novelists than as poets because the social novel operates outside the ancient marriage of myth and eroticism."

"Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand."

"Tamen poetis mentiri licet."

"Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died."

"Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time."

"The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown, Just writes to make his barrenness appear, And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a year."

"And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad."

"For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse."

"Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."

"Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem."

"Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song."

"I learnt life from the poets."

"With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her—ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?"

"The Poet in his Art Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part."

"Then, rising with Aurora's light, The Muse invoked, sit down to write; Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline."

"Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name."

"To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life."

"The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years."

"The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love."

"For now the Poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry."

"God, eldest of Poets."

"He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality."

"Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men."

"A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new."

"It was Homer who inspired the poet."

"In Spring the Poet is glad, And in Summer the Poet is gay; But in Autumn the Poet is sad, And has something sad to say."

"And, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,—alas! too few."

"Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,— The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!"

"I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain side."