Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
A. E. HOUSMANTo justify God’s ways to man.
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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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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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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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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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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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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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