A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars! — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
It is not the poet's business to save man's soul but to make it worth saving . . . However, few poets have written… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
“Thy impudence has a monstrous beauty, like the hindquarters of an elephant.” — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
“Between the Pedestals of Night and Morning Between red death and radiant desire With not one sound of triumph or of warning Stands the… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
But have you wine and music still,And statues and a bright-eyed love,And foolish thoughts of good and ill,And prayers to them who sit above? — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing. — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
“We travel not for trafficking alone; By hotter winds our hearts are fanned: For lust of knowing what should not be known We take… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
I look down the farthest side of the mountain, fulfilled and understanding all, and truly content that I lived a full life and one… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing… — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
“We men of this age are rotten with book-lore and with a yearning for the past.” — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving. — James Elroy Flecker Copy Share Image
