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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.
Some force whole regions, in despite
O' geography, to change their site;
Make former times shake hands read more
Some force whole regions, in despite
O' geography, to change their site;
Make former times shake hands with latter,
And that which was before come after;
But those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake;
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think's sufficient at one time.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
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 poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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!
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love read more
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
