#poet

I think we will always have the impulse towards visual poetry with us, and I wouldn't agree with Bly that it's a bad thing. It depends on the ability of the individual poet to do it well, and to make a shape which is interesting enough to hold your attention. ↗

— James Laughlin

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It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance. ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

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The music is the shining path over which the poet travels to bring his song to the world. ↗

— Lotte Lehmann

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A man may be variously accomplished, and yet be a feeble poet. ↗

— George Henry Lewes

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There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, "Truth is the daughter of Time." ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

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The eye is the notebook of the poet. ↗

— James Russell Lowell

#notebook #poet

Poetry is composing for the breath. ↗

— Peter Davison

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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#poetry #beauty

A lyric, it is true, is the expression of personal emotion, but then so is all poetry, and to suppose that there are several kinds of poetry, differing from each other in essence, is to be deceived by wholly artificial divisions which have no real being. ↗

— John Drinkwater

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Poetry being the sign of that which all men desire, even though the desire be unconscious, intensity of life or completeness of experience, the universality of its appeal is a matter of course. ↗

— John Drinkwater

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