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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Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.
Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.
Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of read more
Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a read more
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been read more
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you.
You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
