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!
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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.
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with read more
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with names
of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin;
other planets that the Voyager showed
were like and so unlike our own,
with all their diverse moons,
bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces;
comets with their streaming tails
bent by pressure from our sun;
the skyscape of our Milky Way
holding in its shimmering disc
an infinity of suns
(or say a thousand billion);
knowing there are holes of darkness
gulping mass and even light,
knowing that this galaxy of ours
is one of multitudes
in what we call the heavens,
it troubles me. It troubles me.
-President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest,
about the Revolutionary War).
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.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
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.
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.
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, read more
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
