Poetry

Dreaming on naught but idle poetry,
That fruitless and unprofitable art,
Good unto none, but least to the professors.

– Ben Jonson, ‘Every Man in his Humour’

Are these the fruits of all my travails and expenses?  Is this the scope and aim of all thy studies?  Are these the hopeful courses wherewith I have so long flattered all my expectations from thee?  Verses?  Poetry?
– Ben Jonson, Poetaster (Ovid’s father to Ovid)

Links to the poems quoted in these posts:

Elizabeth Bishop: Brazil, January 1, 1502

• October 27, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

The Song of the Earth

• October 27, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Autumn leaves

• October 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Back to Formby Point

• October 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Moby Dick: Leviathan

• October 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

The Moose by Elizabeth Bishop

• October 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Voltaire at Ferney

• October 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Formby Point

• October 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Everything about it is a love song

• September 26, 2009 • Leave a Comment (Edit)

Of Time and the City

• September 21, 2009 • 2 Comments (Edit) Posted in Film, Liverpool

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