morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.

morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

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 uniting pleasure with truth.

Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.

Poetry is truth dwelling in beauty.

Poetry is truth dwelling in beauty.

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove read more

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a read more

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.