Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.
ROBERT GRAVESI made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
More Robert Graves Quotes
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The gas-cylinders had by this time been put into position on the front line. A special order came round imposing severe penalties on anyone who used any word but “accessory” in speaking of the gas. This was to keep it secret, but the French civilians knew all about the scheme long before this.
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For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine processes of thought and leaps straight from problem to answer.
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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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Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves.
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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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Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
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If I thought that any poem of mine could have been written by anyone else, either a contemporary or a forerunner, I should suppress it with a blush; and I should do the same if I ever found I were imitating myself. Every poem should be new, unexpected, inimitable, and incapable of being parodied.
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As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
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Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.
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We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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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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For words of rapture groping, they”Never such love,” swore “ever before was!”
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The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.
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I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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