I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
A. E. HOUSMANWe now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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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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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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