Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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.
Poetry is language against which you have no defenses.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.
Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.