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“Every notary carries about inside him the debris of a poet.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“We say God and the imagination are one . . .
How high that highest candle lights the dark.”
― Wallace Stevens, The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

“With a little more time, patience, and hard work, and above all with a more sensitive taste for the formal aspects of arts, he would have managed to write mediocre poetry, good enough for a lady’s album â€� and this is always a gallant thing to do, whatever you may say.”
― Gustave Flaubert, November

“Because who hasn't tried to pull their arms from the sleeves of gravity's lead coat?
Who doesn't have at least one pair of wax wings out in the garage?”
― Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems

“Poetry is a finikin thing of air
That lives uncertainly and not for long
Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.”
― Wallace Stevens, The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

“. . . Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight.”
― A. E. Stallings

“The bats inebriate the sky . . .”
― A. E. Stallings

“Government of the world begins in us. It's not the sincere who govern the world, but neither is it the insincere; it's those who create in themselves a real sincerity by artificial and automatic means. This sincerity is what makes them strong, and it outshines the less false sincerity of others. To be adept at deluding oneself is the first prerequisite for a statesman. Only poets and philosophers see the world as it really is, for only to them is it given to live without illusions. To see clearly is to not act.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I do not waste time or language on our enemies, beloved. But if I ever did, I would tell them that there is a river between what they see and what they know. And they don’t have the heart to cross it.”
― Hanif Abdurraqib, There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension

“As a class poets are not without cultural status. Like priests in a town of agnostics, they still command a certain residual prestige. But as individual artists they are almost invisible.”
― Dana Gioia, Can Poetry Matter?: Essays on Poetry and American Culture

“Today poetry is a modestly upwardly mobile, middle-class profession—not as lucrative as waste management or dermatology but several big steps above the squalor of bohemia.”
― Dana Gioia, Can Poetry Matter?: Essays on Poetry and American Culture

“Tintinnabulation, honestly! As if further proof were needed of the slipperiness of poets! They make up words willy-nilly and have them mean whatever they like. Thank heavens they are licensed and thus kept somewhat in check. If they were not, could full-blown mayhem be far behind?”
― Maryrose Wood, The Long-Lost Home

“I don’t trust masters who can’t be down-to-earth. For me they’re like those eccentric poets who can’t write like everybody else. I accept that they’re eccentric, but I’d like them to show me that it’s because they’re superior to the norm rather than incapable of it.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“There is more rejoicing in heaven over one lost poet found than in 99 novelists who have never strayed.”
― Dana Gioia, Can Poetry Matter?: Essays on Poetry and American Culture

“Two great poets are stronger than two thousand mediocrities.”
― Dana Gioia, The Catholic Writer Today: And Other Essays

“The most selfish thing i have done is, poetry.”
― Yarro Rai, The Prose will be forgotten

“It is time some genius should appear to reconstitute the shattered picture of the world. He should live in the continual presence of all experience, and respect it; he should at the same time understand nature, the ground of that experience; and he should also have a delicate sense for the ideal echoes of his own passions, and for all the colours of his possible happiness. All that can inspire a poet is contained in this task, and nothing less than this task would exhaust a poet’s inspiration. We may hail this needed genius from afar. Like the poets in Dante’s limbo, when Virgil returns among them, we may salute him, saying: Onorate l’altissimo poeta. Honour the most high poet, honour the highest possible poet. But this supreme poet is in limbo still.”
― George Santayana, Three Philosophical Poets: Lucretius, Dante And Goethe

“Poetry = infinite courage multiplied by creativity minus every muse’s virginity + forgiving self as enemy x passion to the power of infinity.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“I am as old as the mountains
Abd as ugly as the rough terrain”
― Avijeet Das

“I stare at sea and contemplate
whether God is with me here or
busy orchestrating tides or
neither here nor there or missing.”
― Matthew White, Propelled into Wonder: Poems of a Priest

“Your speck made me an atheist
with great faith in my many planks.”
― Matthew White, Propelled into Wonder: Poems of a Priest

“The rumors heard by the walls,
And the ceiling witnessed the scene.

The walls in my room gather at the corners
Just to gossip about me.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“We get tired by trying way too hard,
To get something we probably not look at,


The devil distracts us with the wrong battles
and snatch away what we’re really good at.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“I live my life
by the snooze button
I have long smacked
my fingerprints away
Mornings will never be anything
but a jerk to me”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Way Out

“Langston Hughes was born on February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri. He said he wrote most of his poetry when he was sad and, judging by all the poems he wrote, he must have been sad a lot of the time. I think what made him sad was how people, especially people of color, were treated.”
― Willie Perdomo, Visiting Langston

“I realized , why poets and poetry are necessary. Somehow, we all are dealing with the same situations in life, but have no words to express what we feel. And then, when we read books and poetry,”
― Wajid Shaikh, Sukoon

“there used to be light
things used to be right
it used to be love in your eyes”
― Dominic Riccitello

“In most cases, there is no greater currency in poetry than a like and a share. We don’t become wordsmiths to make millions, we do it to reach millions.”
― Kassandra Dick

“the roads slick
tears caress
the sky misses him
like i did”
― Dominic Riccitello

“she was
the darkest beauty
engulfed in a madness
where curiosity kills
and loveliness consumes”
― Dominic Riccitello