The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing Nature and Humanity, rejoices in its measureless superiority to human passions and human sorrows.
Poetry Quotes
The girl whose boy-friend starts writing her love poems should be on guard.
To be a wit, intelligence is enough; to be a poet takes imagination.
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Listen, for poets are feigned to lie, and I For you a liar am a thousand times.
If every man’s internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now!
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.
The past may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.
I’m growing fonder of my staff; I’m growing dimmer in the eyes; I’m growing fainter in my laugh; I’m growing deeper in my sighs; I’m growing careless of my dress; I’m growing frugal of my gold; I’m growing wise; I’m growing – yes, – I’m growing old!
I think that I shall never see A number as lovely as a three. For three is just one less than four But, compared with two, it is one more. The charm is the third time; Three is the first odd prime. Thirds are cut by fools like me, But only God is One in […]
