Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent - into their otherwise sober documents.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
He can develop sense and style, in the manner of distinguished modern prose, in which event he may be sure that the result will not fall into any objective form.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the other faculties.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
Or he can work it out as a metrical and formal exercise, but he will be disappointed in its content. The New Year's prospect fairly chills his daunting breast.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
And yet what is Modernism? It is undefined.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
Their free verse was no form at all, yet it made history.
Copied to Clipboard
Copied to Clipboard
And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.