The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
ROBERT GRAVESThough philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves.
More Robert Graves Quotes
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Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.
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I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horrors of sordid passion, and – if he is lucky enough – know the love of an honest woman.
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If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I’d store up no virtue For Heaven’s distant plain, I’d live at ease as I did please And sin once again.
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Any honest housewife would sort them out, Having a nose for fish, an eye for apples.
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There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
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Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
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About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.
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Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.
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Genius not only diagnoses the situation but supplies the answers.
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When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch You’ll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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What we now call “finance” is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.
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