No bad man can be a good poet.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.
Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
Homer has taught all other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.
It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.
Joyce is a poet and also an elephantine pedant.
Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.
Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?