8 Quotes by Christopher Logue

Come to the edge.We might fall.Come to the edge.It's too high!COME TO THE EDGE!And they cameAnd he pushedAnd they flew.

Honour to Agamemnon is a thing / That he can pick, pick up, put back, pick up again, / A somesuch you might find beneath your bed.

Those who have slept with sorry in their heartsKnow all too well how short but sweetThe instant of their coming-to can be:The heart is strong, as if it ever sorrowed;The mind's dear clarity intact; and then,The vast, unhappy stone from yesterdayRolls down these vital units to the bottom of oneself.

Those who have slept with sorrow in their heartsKnow all too well how short but sweetThe instant of their coming-to can be:The heart is strong, as if it never sorrowed;The mind's dear clarity intact; and then,The vast, unhappy stone from yesterdayRolls down these vital units to the bottom of oneself.

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head. Educated readers give themselves a good performance. Educated listeners compare performance with text and with other performances. Good poets use the full resources of language.

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

It seems to me that the contrast between adjacent syllables has lessened and the result is an over-reliance on enjambment. Now enjambment is a fine, intellectually strong aid, but like all such things it becomes tiresome and calls too much attention to itself.

Poetry cannot be defined, only experienced.