Harriet Monroe Quotes

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She dares — the young Spring — to dance on that ancient grave,
To dance with delicate feet
On the world's despair and defeat,
On the Winter that covers all
With an ashen pall.

Harriet Monroe
'Verse libertines' pioneered the work to get rid of obstacles between that which hampered the poet and separated him from his audience, less a matter of rules and formulae, more a return of spirit.

Harriet Monroe
A book of poems should have almost as many dedications as titles for the poet must always sing for some friend whether the friend knows it or not

Harriet Monroe
Luxury
Is the fat worm, to be destroyed in the bud
If we would see the fruit perfect and sound,
Fit to feed hardy men and mothering women.

Harriet Monroe
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles.

Harriet Monroe
The people must grant a hearing to the best poets they have, else they will never have better.

Harriet Monroe
I have not where to lay my head;
Upon my breast no child shall lie;
For me no marriage feast is spread:
I walk alone under the sky.

Harriet Monroe
How can he sleep now summer comes,
Lie cold when I am near!

Harriet Monroe
What is new poetry? The difference is not mere details of form, measure rhyme schemes or diction, but a return to contemporary speech, thought, imagination and spiritual life, coupled with oriental (Japan & China) and cosmopolitan influences, and a direction of vision, with perfection of form and delicacy of feeling.

Harriet Monroe
Stronger than mountains are your foundations,
O Jerusalem,
And loftier than stars your towers.

Harriet Monroe
Day sleeps on the cloud-pillowed mountains.
Poised at the center of motion is the spinning world.

Harriet Monroe
Glad was the living — blessed be the dying.
Let the leaves fall.

Harriet Monroe
Know, though the world endure but for a span,
Deathless is truth.

Harriet Monroe
Poetry, perhaps the finest of fine arts, certainly the shynest and most elusive?, poetry which must have listeners, which cannot sing into a void.

Harriet Monroe