It is not the poet's business to save man's soul but to make it worth saving . . . However, few poets… — James Elroy Flecker Art Copy Share Image
“Thy impudence has a monstrous beauty, like the hindquarters of an elephant.” — James Elroy Flecker Beauty 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… — James Elroy Flecker Death 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… — James Elroy Flecker Foolish Copy Share Image
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing. — James Elroy Flecker Gossip 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… — James Elroy Flecker Travel 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… — James Elroy Flecker Bars 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,… — James Elroy Flecker Friendship 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… — James Elroy Flecker Choices 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… — James Elroy Flecker Beauty Copy Share Image
“We men of this age are rotten with book-lore and with a yearning for the past.” — James Elroy Flecker Books Copy Share Image
The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving. — James Elroy Flecker Business Copy Share Image
For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With… — James Elroy Flecker Ambition Copy Share Image
And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin. — James Elroy Flecker Bed Copy Share Image
For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand. — James Elroy Flecker Golden 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… — James Elroy Flecker Calm Copy Share Image
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am… — James Elroy Flecker Dream Copy Share Image
“Pass not beneath, O Caravan, or pass not singing. Have you heard That silence where the birds are dead yet something pipeth… — James Elroy Flecker Silence Copy Share Image
