10 More Great Quotes About Poetry by Carl Sandburg

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“Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.”

“Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.”

“Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.”

“Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.”

“Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.”

“Poetry is a sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.”

“Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.”

“Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, ‘Listen!’ and ‘Did you see it?’ ‘Did you hear it? What was it?'”

“Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language”

“Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.”

 – Carl Sandburg

10 Great Quotes About Poetry by Carl Sandburg

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“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.”

“Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.”

“Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.”

“Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.”

“Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.”

“And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers go running back to dust and mist.”

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.”

“I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.”

“Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.”

– Carl Sandburg