The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
A. E. HOUSMANEven 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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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