Emily Dickinson on poetry

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul⁠—and sings the tunes without the words⁠—and never stops at all.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

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