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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds
What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.
What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality read more
I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality by not dying.
A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical
impossibility.
A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical
impossibility.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; read more
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
