#poet

My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see me are rude indeed. So blow, blow dear winter, just blow along me! ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#art

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

In practicing the art of confusion, there is no better weapon than poetry. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#art

I'd never really been content with just churning out these slim volumes every three or four years. I've always tried to think of poetry as an active ingredient in the language rather than just something that appears between the covers of thin books. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#always #appears #been #between #books

Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. ↗

— Michele Brenton

#humor #inspirational #poet #poetry #art

Calligraphy may well be simply an artistic version of another form, that is the ideograms which make up the poem, but then not only does it reflect the character and temperament of the artist but . . . also betrays his heart rate, his breathing. ↗

— Dai Sijie

#calligraphy #poetry #art

I'll come when thou art saddest Laid alone in the darkened room When the mad day's mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evening's chilly gloom I'll come when the heart's [real] feeling Has entire unbiased sway And my influence o'er thee stealing Grief deepening joy congealing Shall bear thy soul away Listen 'tis just the hour The awful time for thee Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A flood of strange sensations roll Forerunners of a sterner power Heralds of me ↗

— Emily Bronte

#art

Poetry is like an innocent young maiden who is extremely beautiful, and whom many other maidens, who are the other fields of knowledge, are careful to enrich, polish, and adorn, and she must be served by all of them. Her alchemy is such that the person who knows how to treat her will turn her into purest gold of inestimable value...she should not be allowed in the company of scoundrels or the ignorant mob incapable of knowing or appreciating the treasures that lie within her. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

#poetry #art

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature. ↗

— Charles Darwin

#character-building #emotions #intellect #music #poetry

I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory. ↗

— Mos Def

#faith #god #happiness #hope #inspirational