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'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The finest poetry was first experience.
The finest poetry was first experience.
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.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.
The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the read more
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem.".
