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!
You May Also Like / View all maxioms
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a read more
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.
The courage of the Poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
The courage of the Poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning read more
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
