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In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
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.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
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.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
