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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during read more
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
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?
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
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When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut,"--
There is a place and enough for the pains of prose;
But whenever the May-blood stires and glows,
And the young year draws to the "golden prime,"
And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose,--
Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme!
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.
