In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.
ROBERT GRAVESThere is one story and one story only.
More Robert Graves Quotes
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Never use the word ‘audience.’ The very idea of a public, unless the poet is writing for money, seems wrong to me. Poets don’t have an ‘audience’. They’re talking to a single person all the time.
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There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure.
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I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horrors of sordid passion, and – if he is lucky enough – know the love of an honest woman.
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I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate
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What we now call “finance” is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.
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Profession, Condition, Poet, Wide, Beautiful, Impressive, Poetry, Effect, Saying, Result, Impress
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One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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For words of rapture groping, they”Never such love,” swore “ever before was!”
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Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage Once more with pomp and greed and rage; Courtly ministers will stop At home and fight to the last drop; By the million men will die In some new horrible agony.
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So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.
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