Quotes About Poetry

transcendent wonder" described by the poet Tennyson.

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense consolatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is to warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts and minds? We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those beauties of the inanimate world, which modern poetry so largely and so eloquently describes, is not, even in the best of us, one of the original instincts of our nature.

In its youth a people produce mythology and poetry; in its decadence, philosophy and logic.

privately he composed—in French—a poem expressing his pleasure at having given the French a kick in the cul, which Carlyle delicately translated as "the seat of honor.

then a sweet and glorious thing. Every moment is loved for itself, and the world is accepted as an esthetic spectacle, something to be absorbed and enjoyed, something of which one may write verses, and for which one may thank

Philosophy, however, is for the few, whereas poetry is more useful to the people at large.

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,- Sweet joy befell thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old. Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befell thee. - Infant Joy

speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.

When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell.

Tap?nma biçimleri seçtiler ÅŸiirsel hikayelerden. Ve nihayet bu tür ÅŸeylerin Tanr?lar?n emri olduÄŸunu ilan ettiler. Böylece insanlar, Bütün tanr?sal varl?klar?n insan?n baÄŸr?nda yer ald???n? unuttular.

THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. THE GARDEN OF LOVE I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping.

Say it! No ideas but in things.

Rot dead marigolds- an acre at a time! Gold are you?

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.

the faucet of June that rings the triangle of the air

I had sent [the magazine] a batch of poems which they turned down flat. I was furious. Floss [my wife] said, 'If I were the editor of that magazine *I* would turn down what *you* sent.' So *she* picked a batch and they accepted them *all*.

If anything of the moment results — so much the better. And so much the more likely will it be that no one will want to see it.

To hell with you and your poetry — You will rot and be blown through the next solar system with the rest of the gases —

Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon.

prose has to do with the fact of an emotion ; poetry has to do with the dynamisation of emotion into a separate form. This is the force of imagination. prose : statement of facts concerning emotions, intellectua states, data of all sorts - technical expositions, jargon of all sorts - fictional and other - poetry : new form dealt with as a reality in itself.

Poets are dammed but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.