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.
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove read more
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.
Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
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.
