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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed read more
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.".
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 synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, read more
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
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 the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.