Arthur Symons
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
art prejudice form
All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices.
women heart kissing
I know the woman has no soul, I know The woman has no possibilities Of soul or mind or heart, but merely is The masterpiece of flesh: well, be it so. It is her flesh that I adore; I go Thirsting afresh to drain her empty kiss. I know she cannot love: it is not this My vanquished heart implores in overthrow. Tyrannously I crave, I crave alone, Her splendid body, Earth's most eloquent Music, divinest human harmony; Her body now a silent instrument, That 'neath my touch shall wake and make for me The strains I have but dreamed of, never known.
desert mouths ache
The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
sunset autumn air
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone,The long hotel, acutely white,Against the after-sunset lightWithers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
flower wings half
I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things.
life-is-like enchantment rage
My life is like a music-hall,Where, in the impotence of rage,Chained by enchantment to my stall,I see myself upon the stageDance to amuse a music-hall.
sleep wind sea
The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
vision veils able
Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.
passion criticism lovers
What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves. He must have the passion of a lover.
art men firsts
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
art men wish
Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.
love ends stoops
And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!
beauty perfect style
He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.
soul opal cloudy
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.