By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.
Gascoigne, Ben Jonson, Greville, Raleigh, Donne, Poets who wrote great poems, one by one, And spaced by many years, each line an act Through which fe… - Yvor Winters
Gascoigne, Ben Jonson, Greville, Raleigh, Donne, Poets who wrote great poems, one by one, And spaced by many years, each line an act Through which fe…
- Yvor Winters
The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends. - Yvor Winters
The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends.
Professors of literature, who for the most part are genteel but mediocre men, can make but a poor defense of their profession, and the professors of … - Yvor Winters
Professors of literature, who for the most part are genteel but mediocre men, can make but a poor defense of their profession, and the professors of …
Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the other ... which comes back t… - Yvor Winters
Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the other ... which comes back t…
By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained. - Yvor Winters
Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity. - Yvor Winters
Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray. - Yvor Winters
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.
The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come. - Yvor Winters
The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.
The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but… - Yvor Winters
The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but…
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