Arthur Symons
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
love heart flames
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
eye vision way
But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.
moving doings
Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.
fall fire desire
The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
dream sleep night
God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
life dream night
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
love fate stores
To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?
london canvas subtle
The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
love crush brain
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
dream art passion
Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.
spring earth noise
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
venice saws realist
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
soul opal cloudy
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
travel secret stranger
A place has almost a shyness of a person with strangers; its secret is not to be surprised by too direct interrogation.