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
When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star, that once had shone. — 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
