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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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
