Quotes about Poetry, page 10

In poetry often the idea is sacrificed for rhyme as private life for social situations.

Quote by Veronica Micle about poetry

Harvest I will lose myself: and I carry in mouth the bitter language: an infinite of white bodies I have remembered on whose womb I hoped to sit my tone belonging to an ideal of perfection! RightWords Translation

Quote by Cezar Ivanescu about poetry

Realm With many other would look like - any monotonous scenery in its perspective Only here it is in spring twinkles The Evening Star, as baby in embryo RightWords Translation

Quote by Eugen Cioclea about poetry

Forgotten calls Behind the point of lines. The void Covers sadness. Only the wind blows Rusty snow In corners. Oh, calls without spirit and without Splendor. The smiling is covered with verdigris And beggars are changing their...

Quote by Romulus Cojocaru about poetry

To the night Maybe because you always have appeared The image of that fatal rest to me, O night! You come towards me so dear! Escorted by the summer clouds with glee And by the gentle breezes full of cheer.

Quote by Ugo Foscolo about poetry

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Quote by Pablo Neruda about poetry

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Quote by Pablo Neruda about poetry

Eminescu is an honorific citizen of the universe.

Quote by Emilian Marcu about poetry

Poetry is an excellent game of imagination and intelligence. The more you are in possession of a more serious account in Bank of Imagination and Intelligence, more spectacular the game is.

Quote by Robert Serban about poetry

Sleep Sleep pushed his eyes far beyond The light of buoy: thence up, the dreams imagined a rich prey. Fall asleep lurking in that blink, like in a whisper, a bit of kindness, a bud of forgiveness. "I do not forgive" babbled....

Quote by Adrian Ionescu about poetry

The worship of wolves I am in a room full of wolves. I go to bed and sleep with wolves, I drink water with them. Now I can think about my life. They are watching me and just can wait a sign Something to remember them That one day...

Quote by Petre Vasile Fati about poetry

Poetry is an experience of solitude.

Quote by Dumitru Chioaru about poetry

Bird's eye Bird's eye is still alive in the mouth of cat it is following me days after days and nights after nights. Just a second I caught its spark of life flickering thrilled - it was divine. RightWords Translation

Quote by Leonida Lari Iorga about poetry

If you love me If you love me, by spells of wishing I will turn all the stars of heaven in tears of joy and lunatic kisses. If you hate me, I will turn all your thoughts of hating in fire boomerangs which wil burn your heart...

Quote by Cristian Petru Balan about poetry

The shadow The words have shadow like the milestones like trees and vines like truth beyond which there is still something else. RightWords Translation

Quote by Daniel Dragan about poetry

Blooming limes I feel enlightened up to my last loneliness I am a saint of the whole flower from Earth

Quote by Nicolae Ionel about poetry

Exhausted sunset I have seen Reality trailing its changing shadow behind: blue nebulae crouching in the corner of your eye an exhausted sunset pinning down a patch of sky - of course, I’m trying to explain all this to you, especially...

Quote by Otilia Nicolescu about poetry

Nothing to understand: you open the book passing your soul over its old parchment a pale light starts suddenly flowing a poisoned spear falls down bloody wars corpses ever more deeply slashed in ever greater numbers until they are...

Quote by Otilia Nicolescu about poetry

Far Away: Who would've had so much darkness To be, to have been said? Who sees how death comes In my spirit the grim reaper? Night falls from somewhere, far away, Moving the ray from darkness into my temple The demon runs, splitting...

Quote by Aura Christi about poetry

Architecture of the nightClear architecture of the night, discerned with difficulty in the landscape... What hour- shaking being silent in the tower of darkness -death and life together devour them? Nothing untouched and healed. And useless bells...

Quote by Aura Christi about poetry