But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry.
Strength was the virtue of paganism obedience is the virtue of Christianity.
Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.
Thought is the wind and knowledge the sail.
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and...
I write poetry in order to live more fully.
