Arthur Symons
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
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.
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.
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.
art men firsts
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
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.
lonely loneliness sea
Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
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.