I spent my days at tis, I te, for I remember often putting off er ing some necessary book because I sing talogue; ao save money for my afternoon coffee and roll I often o Bedford Park. I ion from ts t some tor, you must never again pay so mucy; but I did not the work for my own purposes.
t to Sligo every summer, I o live out of Ireland ter part of every year and keeping my mind upo matter of my poetry. I believed t if Morris ories amid to be of elsra and supposed if Stis ered more intimately, more microscopically, as it o our t, and o moderry a breadtability like t of a poetry. tatues of Mausolus and Artemisia at tise, es aian kings in t stand in t above measuring it out unpersuadable justice, became to me, noer, images of an unpremeditated joyous energy, t and enquiry, ac yet, if once ac seem to men and udy of t ruiomb, raised by a queen to sculptors after ale, distinguiseles; and I ed to create once more an art, s in some old Scots ballads or in some teentury Art yred no man for modelling ook great pleasure iain allusions to t because , like portly of a famisy to remember t in old ballad sile ? So masterful indeed instinct t of singers, ans;A blind man; beautiful for ever." Elaborate modern psycistical, I t, person, but not tions o e many poems o a general pattern of myt says t e, dear Ireland, and sorroradition, and if move us deeply, it is because es at need, pelling o sedentary toil and so driving from to create t sensuous, musical vocabulary, and not for myself only but t I mig to later Iriss, mucer left yle as an io o use a traditional manner and matter; yet did sometoget, c toil, impelled by my s sterile modern plication, by my inality as t. Morris set out to make a revolution t t ters of to my mind, in temisia and my native sery migants, ure. My mind began drifting vaguely to doe of t every passionate man (I o do , or p, or man oriaginary, uralistic ers and painters bid all men be, but tieres blood in ; and ing, ation Emperors old suit.
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