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Poetry Is – a personal question

“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.”

At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

“Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti

“With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.”
Edgar Allan Poe

“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”
Gustave Flaubert

“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
Charles Baudelaire

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
Emily Dickinson

“Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It’s the crack cocaine of the literary world.”
Jasper Fforde

“A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.”
Randall Jarrell

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” 
Robert Frost
“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.” 

“A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.”
Salman Rushdie

“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.”
W.H. Auden

“Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.”
Maya Angelou

Poetry Is
I asked myself the question
then, as common sense advised
I asked it of the experts
the ones the world defines
as having the right to hold the mic
and address the listening room
to wear the emblem on their sleeve
or carved on their stone tomb

This one called it “beauty”
another whispered “life”
the underdog said “finding spine”
the rebel spoke of “strife”
some sang of a lover’s touch
others simply wept
“a wild drunken joy” one answered
“a lightning bolt” was next

When I’d found a thousand answers
with no two quite the same
I came to this conclusion
poetry is simply the name
some give to that wordy mirror
that shows them in a song
the thing that they were seeking
they had in them all along


11 Responses

  1. Love it. What a nice rhyme! (Jealous). Especially enjoyed quotations. Thanks for kudos.

  2. Thank You.

  3. Great selection of quotes!

  4. Reblogged this on waywardspirit and commented:
    Couldn’t pass this up!

  5. Just fabulous – you rounded it all up in great verse!

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