Paul Claudel
Paul Claudel
Paul Claudelwas a French poet, dramatist and diplomat, and the younger brother of the sculptress Camille Claudel. He was most famous for his verse dramas, which often convey his devout Catholicism. Claudel was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in six different years...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 August 1868
CountryFrance
expression dignity parables
All that passes is raised to the dignity of expression; all that happens is raised to the dignity of meaning. Everything is either symbol or parable.
feet alive breathe
How amazing it is to be alive Anyone who lives and breathes and puts both feet on the ground, What possible reason could he have for envying the gods
injustice animated inequality
The only living socities are those which are animated by inequality and injustice.
everyday magic phrases
The words I use Are everyday words and yet are not the same! You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic. There are your very own phrases.
thanks poet all-things
You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.
christian children wine
The priest has just baptized you a Christian with water; and I baptize you a Frenchman, daring child, with a dewdrop of champagne on your lips.
art causes process
Art imitates nature not in its effects as such, but in its causes, in its 'manner,' in its process, which are nothing but a participation in and a derivation of actual objects, of the Art of God himself.
lying maturity giving
While she was working on Maturity, ... M. Rodin is well aware that people have imagined that he did my sculpture why then do all one can to give credence to these lies.
heart joy knows
Now I know that at the heart of the universe is joy.
use all-things alone-in-love
Time: all things consume it, love alone makes use of it.
soul movement emotion
In a word, poetry can not exist without emotion, or, if you will, without a movement of the soul which regulates the words.
birth knows
Every birth is a getting to know.
eye years wind
Eighty years old! No eyes left, no ears, no teeth, no legs, no wind! And when all is said and done, how astonishingly well one does without them.
thinking doctors sausage
Doctor, do you think it could have been the sausage?