What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea;
A precious jewel carved most curiously;
It is a little picture painted well.
What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell
From a great poet's hidden ecstasy;
A two-edged sword, a star, a song--ah me!
Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.
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The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been read more
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a read more
For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no
life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its
sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, read more
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
'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.
