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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.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
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 an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.