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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed read more
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.".
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.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.
For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
