Essays by poets

“Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adorns all; and that which, if blighted, denies the fruit and the seed, and withholds from the barren world the nourishment and the succession of the scions of the tree of life. It is the perfect and consummate surface and bloom of all things; it is as the odor and the color of the rose to the texture of the elements which compose it, as the form and splendor of unfaded beauty to the secrets of anatomy and corruption.”

Throughout the poetry she tries to uncover the true essence of it by providing examples, making comparisons, contrasting with everyday life situations, either pleasant or unbearable. Moore dislikes something that is ”good for nothing”. She mentions about a genuine in the beginning  and in the end she again seems to find the ”lost” genuine in the frames of poetry. Moore doesn’t support the prominence that is gained by half poets as she considers the result of all that  not a real seems, for Moore understanding is the core factor and basis for forming a specific opinion and thus admiring or evaluating reading the poem you can come across many so-called ”dislikes” which are immediately followed by supporting ideas and just contradictory points.

Women are the worst, but also the best, in the trying times of death and catastrophe. A good woman can see what work needs doing. She does it; gets help when needed. Leaves the men to stand around “being strong.” (The best of the men also make themselves useful.) Food always needs cooking; there is cleaning to be done; other details to take care of. Contemplation requires leisure; let the grieving have the leisure they require. They ask for no advice: give none. Don’t distract with offers of help that are both unnecessary and insincere. Instead be attentive to request, and act — invisibly. Be there, on call like a soldier; and like a good soldier, shut up.

Essays by poets

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