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able actual answer attempt beauty become beginning believe busy Carl Sandburg catch clear comes complete course critic dark deals delicious door easy emotions expected eyes face feeling Forest give greatest grow Gurdjieff happy hear heart honour human humour imagination instinct interesting Keats kind land Leaves less letter light literary literature living lonely looked loveliness lovely material matter mean meet ment merely mind Nature never night once one's painful pass passion Past perhaps phrase pitiable poem poet poetry problem reader reason remember rise secret seems seen sense sentence sentiment sleep solitary sometimes Song soul sound speak spirit strange Street suppose tell terror thing thought thrilling tion troubled true truth trying understand Walt Whitman whole wise wonder write written young
Página 116 - Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar...
Página 155 - ... or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before .evening...
Página 154 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 155 - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems, by a lifted horizon, to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Página 118 - ... when I thought last of God in that prayer, I cannot tell: Sometimes I finde that I had forgot what I was about, but when I began to forget it, I cannot tell. A memory of yesterdays pleasures, a feare of to morrows dangers, a straw under my knee, a noise in mine eare, a light in mine eye, an any thing, a nothing, a fancy, a Chimera in my braine, troubles me in my prayer. So certainely is there nothing, nothing in spirituall things, perfect in this world.
Página 31 - Down some close-covered by-way of the air, Some low sweet alley between wind and wind, Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there Spend in pure converse our eternal day; Think each in each, immediately wise ; Learn all we lacked before ; hear, know, and say What this tumultuous body now denies; And feel, who have laid our groping hands away ; And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Página 155 - The Vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like thine, Mine has a snub nose like to mine.
Página 25 - Go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano tunes. For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me." The percentage of mania among Whitman devotees is very high. It is, in very truth, a dangerous book. If censors were worth their hire, they would be harking back to Walt, and not worrying about such pale and meager indiscretions as Casanova's Homecoming.
Página 154 - I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.