Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
One can never be sure whether it’s good poetry or bad acid.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses. Poets are the policemen of language; they are always arresting those old reprobates the words.
With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion.
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?[Qué dirán de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?]
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff’s edge.
Then one can’t make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
