Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
See T. S. Eliot, Yeats the Poet and W. H. Auden, Yeats the Poet.
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.
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