Dylan Thomas on poetry

The joy and function of poetry is, and was, the celebration of man, which is also the celebration of God.

Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost1874–1963

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

T. S. Eliot1888–1965“Philip Massinger”, a biographical essay, in The Sacred Wood (1920)

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

C. S. Lewis1898–1963Reflections on the Psalms