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The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
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.
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been read more
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
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.
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed read more
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.".
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!
