Arthur Symons
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
lonely loneliness sea
Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
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.
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.
eye cat magic
It is in their eyes that their magic resides.
love crush song
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
dream fate light
There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.
world speak mystic
The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
dream venice impossible
I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
work certain
There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything.
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.