Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Pain is love.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.
The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind... The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself.