Top 48 Quotes & Sayings by A. R. Ammons

Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

Questions structure and, so, to some extent predetermine answers.

I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.

Only silence perfects silence.

You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind on, but what you can't keep your mind off.

I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown.

The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.

That's a wonderful change that's taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends.

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

In nature there are few sharp lines.

Besides the actual reading in class of many poems, I would suggest you do two things: first, while teaching everything you can and keeping free of it, teach that poetry is a mode of discourse that differs from logical exposition.

Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.

If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values.

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.

There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.

If a poem is each time new, then it is necessarily an act of discovery, a chance taken, a chance that may lead to fulfillment or disaster.

Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without.

Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without

Attend to mushrooms and all other things will answer up.

Besides the actual reading in class of many poems, I would suggest you do two things: first, while teaching everything you can and keeping free of it, teach that poetry is a mode of discourse that differs from logical exposition

The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful, wonderful: I'm surprised half the time

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

I have reached no conclusions, have erected no boundaries, shutting out and shutting in, separating inside from outside: I have drawn no lines

If a poem is each time new, then it is necessarily an act of discovery, a chance taken, a chance that may lead to fulfillment or disaster

The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values

Though I have looked everywhere / I can find nothing lowly / in the universe.

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.

To be saved is here, local and mortal

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once experienced the mystery, plenitude, contradiction, and composure of a work of art, we afterward have a built-in resistance to the slogans and propaganda of oversimplification that have often contributed to the destruction of human life. Poetry is a verbal means to a nonverbal source. It is a motion to no-motion, to the still point of contemplation and deep realization.

In nature there are few sharp lines

With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods can be explored. The pattern of the walk is to come true, is to be recognized, discovered.

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished

Thats a wonderful change thats taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends.