Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
I sometimes talk about the making of a poem within the poem.
Everyone thinks they’re going to write one book of poems or one novel.
The poet doesn’t invent. He listens.
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.
The poet may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.
Every single soul is a poem.
A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings – about human feelings and frailties.
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
A poem can have an impact, but you can’t expect an audience to understand all the nuances.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can’t be much to it.
You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what’s in your heart.
In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.
You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
To be born in Wales, not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but, with music in your blood and with poetry in your soul, is a privilege indeed.
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare – and precious as a pearl.
Wine is bottled poetry.
Poetry is a matter of life, not just a matter of language.
