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Poetry

[P]oetry shares our misery, it is agitated with all our uneasiness; like us, it goes, comes, flies, never rests. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

Poetry is frosted fire. – J. Patrick Lewis, www.jpatricklewis.com

The poet sees and selects from on high and afar, and hardly inquires about what is near at hand. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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. – E.B. White

Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. – Rita Dove

The poet… may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather. – Lionel Trilling, The Liberal Imagination, 1950

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. – Dennis Gabor

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out…. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure. – A.E. Housman

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. – T.S. Eliot, Dante, 1920

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

I love writing poetry because poetry can be anything you want it to be — just like daydreaming. There are no rules except those in your heart and your own pen. – Terri Guillemets, “Quiet time with my soul,” 1998

I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. – Robert Frost, 1935

To have great poets there must be great audiences too. – Walt Whitman

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. – Oscar Wilde

A poet can survive everything but a misprint. – Oscar Wilde

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost

One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose. – Voltaire

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – Gilbert K. Chesterton

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. – Plutarch

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment. – Carl Sandburg