poetry and poets [Theme] Page 3
The class gave rise to poets, the class nurtured them, the class nourished their ideas. The noble class gave rise to refined poetry. Its beauties were born in old nests, where white columns spoke of the golden dreams of the past. And in order that a few could live a golden life among the white columns, many millions walked under the yoke along the lean earth cut by stripes. A thin bark - with a touch - covered the noble world with another world - the peasant world.
From each side of the brilliant Pushkin, the class looks, winking slyly. Finesse is great, finesse is lordly. Genius gentleman. Pushkin felt sorry for the slave, because his semi-divine genius could not help but see the nobility
Behind the poet, no matter how brilliant he was, his class always stood up like a shadow.
That's what poetry is for, to stir the soul.
A soldier whispering poetry in a trench.
The classics are always like that. Not amenable to alignment.
Through the heat of the soul, through the coldness of the mind.
Quote Explanation: About Andrei Pavlovich Fedorov, an employee of the special services.
This is where you feel like an exile.
New does not mean immoral.
- Osip Emilievich.
“But I don’t agree,” Defne muttered into her glass of wine. - There are moments in life when each of us has to be a fighter. The poet's weapon is words, the artist's weapon is pictures... But you can't say: "Excuse me, but I'm a poet, so I pass." You simply have no right to say that when there is so much suffering, inequality, injustice around...
Years bend the poet, but he is not arched.
It is not in your power to remake us, people.
That in exchange for yourself you took everything from me.
But it turned out that even he himself was not saved.
