I'll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
1809 English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, l.5-6.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring; And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.anne brontë
There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.william wordsworth
[I] do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck—and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay—and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road.yevgeny yevtushenko
I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence this may look like affectation but it is my real opinion it is the lava of the imagination, whose eruption prevents an earthquakelord byron
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.james branch cabell
We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knowsrobert frost
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.George Sand
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column: In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, * Resting never!Ben Jonson
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.Alfred Tennyson
I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn't come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, "Ahhh." That was the first poem.
The person who spends his time criticizing the play around him will never write poetry. He will write criticism.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the Inquisition might have let him alone.thomas hardy
I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty .
The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy.william shakespeare
These are the gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination; the melancholy madness of poetry, without the inspiration.junius