Poetry Quotes

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

Only parts of us will ever touch only parts of others.

I read poetry to save time.

The social revolution...cannot draw its poetry from the past, but only from the future. It cannot begin with itself before it has stripped itself of all superstitions concerning the past.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house-do not pass by like a dream.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time, unobscured by the dust of history.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height. In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.