Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.
W.H. Auden (1907 - 1973)
Contributed by: Zaady
You owe it to us all to get on with what you're good at.
All that we are not stares back at what we are.
Who on earth invented the silly convention that it is boring or impolite to talk shop? Nothing is more interesting to listen to, especially if the shop is not one's own.
It takes little talent to see what is under one's nose, a good deal of it to know in what direction to point that organ.
No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.
Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.
A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.
Source: Collected Poems
To save your world you asked this man to die; Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
Source: Epitaph for an Unknown Soldier
A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.
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