I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
A. E. HOUSMANLovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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