#poetry

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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Poetry is the communication through words of certain experiences that can be communicated in no other way. ↗

— John Drinkwater

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Any long work in which poetry is persistent, be it epic or drama or narrative, is really a succession of separate poetic experiences governed into a related whole by an energy distinct from that which evoked them. ↗

— John Drinkwater

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So it is in poetry. All we ask is that the mood recorded shall impress us as having been of the kind that exhausts the imaginative capacity; if it fails to do this the failure will announce itself either in prose or in insignificant verse. ↗

— John Drinkwater

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It's always good when women win things in fiction because it tends to be more male-dominated, unlike poetry, which is more equal. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#because #equal #fiction #good #more

You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what's in your heart. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#everyday #everyday life #find #heart #just

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young. ↗

— Peter Meinke

#poetry #rejection #beauty

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! ↗

— William Wordsworth

#poetry #beauty

I heard Nirvana, and discovered that songs could be like poetry, but a little bit more refined: you didn't have to have 20 verses to get your point across. ↗

— Justin Townes Earle

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Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry. ↗

— Havelock Ellis

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