She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
But romantic vision can also lead one away from certain very hard, ugly truths about life that are important to know.
Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
When somebody's in love with you, they think it's amazing you've written them a poem, and when they don't love you anymore, they hate those poems. They wish those poems would go away.
No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
Poets are the only people to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a universal one.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
When I'm writing the poem, I feel like I have to close my eyes. I don't mean literally, but you invite a kind of blindness, and that's the birth of the poem.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.