“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen”
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these”
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope”
WILDE
Her lips, made more to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain
Certainties and their certainty decays,
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In the Duke’s hall, we sat opposed
Myself in Navy, her in moave
Our wires became crossed
Within our minds we became lost
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Crowned with an envious wreath of foliage
Our humble tree is not all it seems
We see them as living but devoid of feeling
I have seen their faces, heard their screams
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This tactful hide I clutch so fearful
Within this body, pure emotion
The leaves have witnessed all so much
Greed, hatred, temptation, joy
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Most amazing thing:
It silences the most garrulous
It gives conversation to the silent
It forces the anchorites to congregate
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