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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morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may read more
The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious
attention than history.
Poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious
attention than history.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
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.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
