When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut,"--
There is a place and enough for the pains of prose;
But whenever the May-blood stires and glows,
And the young year draws to the "golden prime,"
And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose,--
Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme!
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Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during read more
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
Poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious
attention than history.
Poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious
attention than history.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
