A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?

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.

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.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column:
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.

As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.

Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.

Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once
a poem.

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once
a poem.