Rémy De Gourmont


Rémy De Gourmont
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  • The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe.... A definition is a sack of flour com...
    Rémy De Gourmont (1858-1915), French critic, novelist. repr. In Selected Writings, ed. and trans. by Glen S. Burne (1966). "Glory and the Idea of Immo...
  • ''If the secret of being a bore is to tell all, the secret of pleasing is to say just enough to be—not understood, but divined.''
    Rémy De Gourmont (1858-1915), French critic, novelist. repr. In Selected Writings, ed. and trans. by Glen S. Burne (1966). "On Style and Writing," sct...
  • ''The whole effort of a sincere man is to erect his personal impressions into laws.''
    Rémy De Gourmont (1858-1915), French critic, novelist. Murry called this statement "the motto of a true criticism, conscious of its limitations and it...
  • ''Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion.... Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.''
    Rémy De Gourmont (1858-1915), French critic, novelist. repr. In Selected Writings, ed. and trans. by Glen S. Burne (1966). "Success and the Idea of Be...
  • ''Each man must grant himself the emotions that he needs and the morality that suits him.''
    Rémy De Gourmont (1858-1915), French critic, novelist. repr. In Selected Writings, ed. and trans. by Glen S. Burne (1966). "Success and the Idea of Be...
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Best Poem of Rémy De Gourmont

Hair

THERE is great mystery, Simone,
In the forest of your hair.

It smells of hay, and of the stone
Cattle have been lying on;
Of timber, and of new-baked bread
Brought to be one's breakfast fare;
And of the flowers that have grown
Along a wall abandonèd;
Of leather and of winnowed grain;
Of briers and ivy washed by rain;
You smell of rushes and of ferns
Reaped when day to evening turns;
You smell of withering grasses red
Whose seed is under hedges shed;
You smell of nettles and of broom;
Of milk, and fields in clover-bloom;
You smell of nuts, ...

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