October 14, 2006

T.S. Elliot Poetry Quote

Immature poets imitate;
mature poets steal;
bad poets deface what they take,
and good poets make it into something better,
or at least something different.

The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique,
utterly different from that from which it was torn;
the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.

- T.S. Elliot
September 26, 1888 - January 4, 1965

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    February 9, 2005

    Inspirational Love Quote

    Inspirational Love QuoteHow do I love thee?
    Let me count the ways.

    I love thee to the depth
    and breadth
    and height
    My soul can reach,
    when feeling out of sight.
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of everyday’s
    Most quiet need,
    by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely,
    as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely,
    as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with the passion
    put to use In my old griefs,
    and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints,
    –I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears,
    of all my life!
    –and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

    - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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    January 22, 2005

    Poems on Kindness


    Have you had a kindness shown?
    Pass it on;
    ‘Twas not given for thee alone,
    Pass it on;
    Let it travel down the years,
    Let it wipe another’s tears,
    Till in Heaven the deed appears,
    Pass it on.

    - Henry Burton

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    December 31, 2004

    Inspirational Poetry

    I think continually of those who were truly great.
    Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
    Through the corridors of light where the hours are suns,
    Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
    Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
    Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song,
    And who hoarded from spring branches
    The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

    - Stephen Spender

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