All that really matters isto feel alive, if only for a single moment –to feel in Intense Sensationthat our existence is not an endless repetitionof sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.

when you’re a poetyou can dish out whatever’son your mind and you don’t have toapologize for it

Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind,and you’re hampered by not having any,the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find, is simply by spinning a penny.No – not so that chance shall decide the affairwhile you’re passively standing there moping; but the moment the penny is up in the air,you suddenly know...

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I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.

Give the mind rest, do not stress too much on thoughts, close your eyes and let your spirit dance.

Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves. That is the power of dance.

If the power of love is in your heart then dance away to a universe beyond the stars.

Dance to inspire, dance to freedom, life is about experiences so dance and let yourself become free.

Dance is the ritual of immortality

God sent as a revelation the gift of dance so his creation may experience one of the divine pleasures of paradise.

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.

Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he’s hardly ever mentioned.

The American bards shall be marked for generosity and affection and for encouraging competitors… . The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks and by the justification of perfect personal candor… . How beautiful is candor! All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.

for sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true that we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?

The poet produces the beautiful by fixing his attention on something real.

My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, ‘You are a genius, my love!’ To which I replied, ‘My girl,’ whispering, ‘Every doctor in this land with a prescription pad is more of a genius than I.

Only faith and restraint against the tyrant damns the saint.

Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She’s not a symbol.

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,and strikesThe Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light

Marko Vešović sjedi u Staroj Grčkoj na bijelom kamenu…nad njim nebo..

I thought, ‘There are a lot of poets who have the courage to look into the abyss, but there are very few who have the courage to look happiness in the face and write about it,’ which is what I wanted to be able to do.

…a bard’s down-to-earth love: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground…

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author’s point is not that the thing depicts an extinct god who might be of interest to the humanistically educated, but that the god in the stone constitutes...

For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet

If you were destined to be a poet, then you won’t brainstorm for lines that rhymes. If you were destined to be a celebrity, then you shouldn’t start searching for fans. If you are truly a god, then let others worship you!

Use all the ugliness you’re feeling to make something beautiful

The Best Thing I love about being a writer and a poet is, I can make up my own words to fit my imagination.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet; because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.

It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like him, they deal with the verities of time and space, life and death, and the heights of exaltation as well...

Give contemporary POET more SPACE & a long-last MAGIC will surround you all again.

I think Wordsworth was as surprised to see me as I was him. It can’t be usual to go to your favorite memory only to find someone already there, admiring the view ahead of you.

It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle – poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it work. It’s passion. A poet’s sense of lyrical accomplishment is then his food and water, his means of survival.

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.

He hoped and feared,’ continued Solon, in a low. mournful voice; ‘but at times he was very miserable, because he did not think it possible that so much happiness was reserved for him as the love of this beautiful, innocent girl. At night, when he was in bed, and all the world was dreaming, he...

The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.

And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness, it became clear to him that he was, after all, destined to be a poet, and he saw that in poets’ dreams reside a beauty and enchantment that one...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men,...

Because there are hundreds of different ways to say one thing, I, being a writer, songwriter, and poet, speak childishly and incoherently. In speech there is so much to decide in so little time.

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