Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
A. E. HOUSMANI could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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