E. Housman
E. Housman
book reading way
Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
way said poetry-is
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
men glory lad
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
asylums cambridge
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
easter spring wind
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day.
mother morning children
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide: Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.
spring tree cherries
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
cheer silence ears
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
heart giving rubies
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
luck towers hours
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
world stranger made
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
men inspire mind
If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe, he must contemplate the human intellect not only on its heights of genius but in its abysses of ineptitude...
funny sarcastic air
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
home beer half
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.