Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........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 .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

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Rainer Maria Rilke - Germany

Rainer Maria Rilke - Germany

(4 December 1875 - 29 December 1926)

Adam

Exposed on the Cliffs of the Heart

Archaic Torso of Apollo

A Walk

Along the Sun-Drenched Roadside

As Once the Winged Energy of Delight

Dedication

Before Summer Rain

Black Cat

Blank Joy

Venetian Morning

What Survives

Death

Encounter in the Chestnut Avenue

Dedication to M...

Sacrifice

On Hearing of a Death

Autumn Day

Eve

Evening Love Song

Again and Again

Falling Stars

Extinguish Thou My Eyes

Fire's Reflection

Song

Girl's Lament

In The Beginning

The Panther

God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us

Interior Portrait

The Neighbor

Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life

Lady At A Mirror

Growing Old

Lament (O how all things are far removed)

Lady On A Balcony

Heartbeats

Lament (Whom will you cry to, heart?)

Little Tear-Vase

Loneliness

Night (O you whose countenance)

Moving Forward

Love Song

Night (This night, agitated by the growing storm)

Early Spring

Music

Sense Of Something Coming

Greek Love-Talk

Narcissus

Song of The Orphan

For Hans Carossa

Palm

The Song of The Beggar

Duino Elegies

Parting

The Song of The Blindman

Piano Practice

Sunset

The Song of The Widow

Remembrance

The Future

The Sonnets to Orpheus

Self-Portrait

The Lovers

To Lou Andreas-Salome

Shatter Me, Music

The Poet

To Say Before Going to Sleep

Slumber Song

The Sisters

What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space

Solemn Hour

The Swan

What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands?

Song of the Sea

The Voices

World Was In The Face Of The Beloved

Spanish Dancer

The Unicorn

You Who Never Arrived

Telling You All

To Music

You, You Only, Exist

The Apple Orchard

Water Lily

Woman In Love

The Grown-Up

Child in Red

 

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