William Empson
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William Empson
Sir William Empsonwas an English literary critic and poet, widely influential for his practice of closely reading literary works, a practice fundamental to New Criticism. His best-known work is his first, Seven Types of Ambiguity, published in 1930...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 September 1906
seems till
It seems unpleasantly refinedTo put things off till someone knows.
absorb admit asking attending cultures dissolve judgement natural stand
Attending there let us absorb the cultures of nationsAnd dissolve into our judgement all their codes.Then, being clogged, with a natural hesitation(People are continually asking one the way out),Let us stand here and admit that we have no road.
absorb admit asking attending cultures dissolve hesitation judgement nations natural stand
Attending there let us absorb the cultures of nations And dissolve into our judgement all their codes. Then, being clogged, with a natural hesitation (People are continually asking one the way out), Let us stand here and admit that we have no road.
involves life oneself solved
. . . life involves maintaining oneself between contradictions that can't be solved by analysis.
boys knowing waiting
Shall I make it clear, boys, for all to apprehend, Those that will not hear, boys, waiting for the end, Knowing it is near, boys, trying to pretend, Sitting in cold fear, boys, waiting for the end?
dream men long
All those large dreams by which men long live well Are magic-lanterned on the smoke of hell.
accommodations forbearance temper
The difficult part of good temper consists in forbearance, and accommodation to the ill-humors of others.
maintaining analysis contradiction
Life involves maintaining oneself between contradictions that can't be solved by analysis.
reason-why impossible remember
Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them.
haphazard
Poetry contains nothing haphazard.
pumps
My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.