A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Interpretation
Poets play a crucial role in shaping societal values and thoughts, although they often remain unrecognized.
Percy Bysshe Shelley suggests that poets hold immense power in influencing culture and society, akin to legislators who create laws. While their contributions to society may not always be acknowledged, their ability to articulate truths and inspire change through their art positions them as vital shapers of human experience and thought.
In practice
In a speech about the impact of literature on society, one might say, 'As Percy Bysshe Shelley reminds us, poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.'
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.
The worst evil which can befall the artist is that his work should appear good in his own eyes.
The basis for poetry and scientific discovery is the ability to comprehend the unlike in the like and the like in the unlike.
Truly fine poetry must be read aloud. A good poem does not allow itself to be read in a low voice or silently. If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation. Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. It remembers that it was first song.
The events of human life, whether public or private, are so intimately linked to architecture that most observers can reconstruct nations or individuals in all the truth of their habits from the remains of their monuments or from their domestic relics.
I am a camera, with its shutter open. Someday, all of this will be developed, printed, fixed.
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