If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.
If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.
Is it the lumberman, then, who is the friend and lover of the pine, stands nearest to it, and understands its nature best Is it the tanner who has barked it, or he who has boxed it for turpentine, whom posterity will fable to have been changed into a pine at last No no it is the poet he it is who makes the truest use of the pine-who does not fondle it with an axe, nor tickle it with a saw, nor stroke it with a plane....
The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read them.
Good poetry seems too simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.
The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse.
We do not enjoy poetry unless we know it to be poetry.
Poetry implies the whole truth, philosophy expresses only a particle of it.
Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a reporter, even a philosopher, may be daunted but nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings His business calls him out at all hours, even when doctors sleep.
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