Nothing truly convincing - which would possess thoroughness, vigor, and skill - has been written against the ancients as yet; especially not against their poetry.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Part of what we love about poetry is the fact that it seems ancient, that it has an authority of ancient language and ancient form, and that it's timeless, that it reaches back.
There are certain things in ancient practices that are not worth adhering to.
From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.
Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.
A great value of antiquity lies in the fact that its writings are the only ones that modern men still read with exactness.
Anything based on ancient texts is difficult for a modern reader to get their head around.
Poesy must not be drawn by the ears: it must be gently led, or rather, it must lead, which was partly the cause that made the ancient learned affirm it was a divine, and no human skill, since all other knowledges lie ready for any that have strength of wit; a poet no industry can make, if his own genius be not carried into it.
The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.
I'm quite sure that most writers would sustain real poetry if they could, but it takes devotion and talent.
Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words - not that I counted much on using them. You'll find only trace elements of this language in the poem.
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