When we talk of wild poetry, we sometimes forget the parallel of wild flowers. They exist to show that a thing may be more modest and delicate for being wild.
—G. K. Chesterton, Chaucer (1932), Collected Works Vol. XVIII
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more primitive than prose
Poetry is more primitive than prose. It existed before prose and will exist afterward, it is not domesticated, it is wilder and more natural. It belongs out-doors, it has tides as nature has; while prose is a cultured interior thing, prose is of the house, where lamplight abolishes even the tides of day and night, and human caprice rules. The brain can make prose; the whole man, brain and nerves, muscles and entrails, organs of sense and of generation, makes poetry and responds to poetry.
—Robinson Jeffers, "Preface" (June 1922)
—Robinson Jeffers, "Preface" (June 1922)
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