Science is unpoetic only to minds jaundiced with sentiment and romanticism . . . the great masters of the past boasted all they could of it and found it magical.
Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.
I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.
The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.
The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.
The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.