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"I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth,--the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names."
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poetry
death
truth
keats
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emily dickinson |
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The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.
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winter
poets
poetry
writing
apple
april
auden
byron
de-la-mare
insomnia
longfellow
may
morris
nocturnal
season
september
shelley
spender
tennyson
pope
apples
coffee
spring
wordsworth
milton
fall
hart-crane
autumn
tea
keats
night
writers
burns
schiller
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Helen Bevington |
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... All who have brought about a state of sex-consciousness are to blame, and it is they who drive me, when I want to stretch my faculties on a book, to seek it in that happy age ... when the writer used both sides of his mind [the male and female sides of his mind] equally. One must turn back to Shakespeare then, for Shakespeare was androgynous; and so were Keats and Sterne and Cowper and Lamb and Coleridge. Shelley perhaps was sexless. Milton and Ben Jonson had a dash too much of the male in them. So had Wordsworth and Tolstoy.
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shakespeare
mind
writing
keats
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Virginia Woolf |
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When I was a child I had a fishless aquarium. My father set it up for me with gravel and plants and pebbles before he'd got the fish and I asked him to leave it as it was for a while. The pump kept up a charming burble, the green-gold light was wondrous when the room was dark. I put in a china mermaid and a tin horseman who maintained a relationship like that of the figures on Keat's Grecian urn except that the horseman grew rusty. Eventually fish were pressed upon me and they seemed an intrusion, I gave them to a friend. All that aquarium wanted was the sound of the pump, the gently waving plants, the mysterious pebbles and the silent horseman forever galloping to the mermaid smiling in the green-gold light. I used to sit and look at them for hours. The mermaid and the horseman were from my father. I have them in a box somewhere here, I'm not yet ready to take them out and look at them again.
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fish
grecian-urn
mermaid
child
keats
father
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Russell Hoban |
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"The notes weren't played," he went on, "They were poured from a Grecian ."
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grecian-urn
keats
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Marisha Pessl |
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? Por que morian tan jovenes?, se pregunta Stefan Zweig hablando de aquella generacion y de su lucha con el demonio. Novalis, quien, casi por su voluntad, un dia cerro los ojos como un nino y magicamente murio, decia en sus cuadernos que todos los humanos mueren maduros y en el momento adecuado, cuando han cumplido plenamente el aprendizaje que les corresponde. Ello significaria que Victor Hugo, Goethe y Voltaire que superaron los ochenta anos, no vivieron mas que keats, que a los veinticinto dejo de oir al ruisenor; ni mas que Chatterton, quien despues de crear un linaje de poetas, sus genealogias, sus obras, su correspondencia, su aparato critico, sus biografias y su hermeneutica, se extinguio como una llama en su buhardilla a la edad de diescisiete anos; ni mas que el propio Novalis, que al morir, a los veintinueve, nos revelo que lo habia vivido todo.
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keats
novalis
voltaire
zweig
muerte
goethe
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William Ospina |