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.
A. E. HOUSMANTo justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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