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.".
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Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the read more
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem.".
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
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 plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
