“The earth is convulsed with a universal sob, and the roads are muddy with tears. But I do not call to mind a more touching picture of unavailing misery and ruin, and hopeless chaos, than the plug hat that has endeavored to keep sober and maintain self-respect while its owner was drunk.” MindSelfEarthTearsUniversalMiseryChaosDrunkRuinsSelf RespectHatsOwnersHopelessTouchingSoberDrunkennessPlugsMuddy Author:Edgar Wilson Nye
“Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth. Also, it began through the process of seeing, and feeling, and hearing, and smelling, and touching, and then remembering--I mean remembering in words--what these perceptual experiences were like, while trying to describe the endless invisible fears and desires of our inner lives.” TryingMeanArtFeelingsEarthRememberDesirePoetryProcessSeeingFineOriginalsAncientHearingEndlessInvisibleWildernessPoetry IsTouchingInner LifeFine ArtsAncient Art Book:A Poetry Handbook Source: A Poetry Handbook