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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Why then we should drop into poetry.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
The finest poetry was first experience.
The finest poetry was first experience.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all read more
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. 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.
Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.
The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the read more
The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.
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.
