These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
The poets whom I knew then were all men and all seemed dauntingly sure of themselves - although I am sure that really they were as uncertain as I was.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
If you read Keats's poems, they're often full of doubts and anxieties. They can be quite tough.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
To different minds, poetry may present different phases. To me, the reverent faith of the people I lived among, and their faithful everyday living, was poetry; blossoms and trees and blue shies were poetry. God himself was poetry.
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.
Oh, happy triumph of the poet! - to hear his verses wedded to sweet sounds, and warbled by the woman he loves!