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'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
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.
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.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The finest poetry was first experience.
The finest poetry was first experience.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
