“Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.”
“A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.”
“I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.”
“Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.”
“Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.”
“Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.”
“Painting was called silent poetry and poetry speaking painting.”
“If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money.”
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”
“Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.”
“Of all great poems, love is the absolute and essential foundation.”
“I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.”
“A poet in history is divine, but a poet in the next room is a joke.”
“Homer has taught all other poets the are of telling lies skillfully.”
“I've read some of your modern free verse and wonder who set it free.”
“To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.”
“It is as impossible to translate poetry as it is to translate music.”
“Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives in the valley of its saying.”
“A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.”
“Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.”
“You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you.”
“No poems can please for long or live that are written by water-drinkers.”
“It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one.”
“The office of poetry is not to make us think accurately, but feel truly.”
“No one ever was a great poet, that applied himself much to anything else.”
“The courage of the poets is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.”
“Any healthy man can go without food for two days -- but not without poetry.”
“Poetry implies the whole truth, philosophy expresses only a particle of it.”
“We all write poems. It is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.”
“This poem will never reach its destination. [On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity]”