Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.
Robert Penn Warren