Auden Quote by Anonymous Download Open image “Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.” — Anonymous ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Auden Hurt Ireland Mad Poetry
For the young Gaels of Ireland Are the lads that drive me mad, For half their words need footnotes And half their rhymes are… — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Obviously one of the things that poets from Northern Ireland and beyond - had to try to make sense of was what was happening… — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Ireland is not at all a simple place, and in many ways it is spare and sad. It has no wealth, no power, no… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Many other cultures value poetry more than we do. In Ireland, poetry is a top cultural pursuit, the art to end all arts. — Campbell McGrath Copy Share Image
Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
I had grown up as an Irish poet in a country where the distance between vision and imagination was not quite as wide as… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
And a tear rolled down her cheek, as she said goodbye; because she's walking away, and she's never looking back — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Scrabble - The game is available in Braille. That’s a nice fact. This makes me feel better about humanity for some reason. I can’t… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Me.. I have been through a lot, but I still manage to have a smile on my face. Im not worried about the past… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The only person I've ever purposely caused pain here is myself...By simply sharing, caring too much. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Books should confuse. Literature abhors the typical. Literature flows to the particular, the mundane, the greasiness of paper, the taste of warm beer, the… — Richard Rodriguez Copy Share Image
One way or another, all the poets of the thirties and forties reacted to Auden, either by rejecting him or trying to absorb him. — Clive James Copy Share Image
Auden, who asked two things of an imagined world-that it be somehow like ours and somehow unlike-would be Ben Marcus's ideal reader, yet even… — Richard Howard Copy Share Image
You searched through all my poets, From Sappho through to Auden, I saw the book fall from your hands, As you slowly died of… — Nick Cave Copy Share Image
The most conspicuous thing about suffering is, as W.H. Auden once observed, its banality. The day is green, the sun is shinging, someone is… — Michael Jackson Copy Share Image
Auden said poetry makes nothing happen. But I wonder if the opposite could be true. It could make something happen. — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
W. H. Auden once suggested that to understand your own country you need to have lived in at least two others. One can say… — Ian Mortimer Copy Share Image
The lyric abstrusities of Auden ring mystically down the circular canals of my ear and it begins to look like snow. The good gray… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The high-water mark, so to speak, of Socialist literature is W.H. Auden, a sort of gutless Kipling. — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Why should I even bother? What's the point, really?" He thought for a moment. "Who says there has to be a point?" he asked.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn’t the family. If you don’t… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
