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morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a
poem.
For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a
poem.
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a read more
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his read more
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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.".
