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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.
The poets whom I knew then were all men and all seemed dauntingly sure of themselves - although I am sure that really they were as uncertain as I was.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
A man may be variously accomplished, and yet be a feeble poet.
Every dude in your high school wasn't striving to be the best poet because then he'd get all the girls, right? But you could imagine a society in which that were the case.
There has been a time on earth when poets had been young and dead and famous - and were men. But now the poet as the tragic child of grandeur and destiny had changed. The child of genius was a woman, now, and the man was gone.
My father was the first to read in his family, and he said to me that words were the first beautiful thing he ever knew.
If I am not mistaken, it was a British poet who said that 'no one is properly dressed unless he wears a smile.'
The public is probably more suspicious of poets than women, and maybe for good reason.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.