I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.
I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.
I think of those who were truly great. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
Who live under the shadow of a war, What can I do that matters.
Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.
Moments that can never happen again and never lost their wonder.
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.
The greatest poets are those with memories so great that they extend beyond their strongest experiences to their minutest observations ofpeople and things far outside their own self-centeredness.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.
People sometimes divide others into those you laugh at and those you laugh with. The young Auden was someone you could laugh-at-with.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories