Who is Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945) was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.Life
Born in Milford Haven, Wales, to Cornish parents, Symons was educated privately, spending much of his time in France and Italy. In 1884–1886, he edited four of Bernard Quaritch's Shakespeare Quarto Facsimiles, and in 1888–1889 seven plays of the "Henry Irving" Shakespeare. He became a member of the staff of the Athenaeum in 1891, and of the Saturday Review in 1894, but his major editorial feat was his work with the short-lived Savoy.His first volume of verse, Days and Nights (1889), consisted of dramatic monologues. His later verse is influenced by a close study of modern French writers, of Charles Baudelaire, and especially of Paul Verlaine. He ref...
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Arthur Symons Poems
- Mauve, Black, And Rose
Mauve, black, and rose,
The veils of the jewel, and she, the jewel, a rose.
First, the pallor of mauve, ... - Nora On The Pavement
As Nora on the pavement
Dances, and she entrances the grey hour
Into the laughing circle of her power,
The magic circle of her glances, ... - Laus Virginitatis
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
O mirror, than the friend I find in thee;
Thou lovest, as I love, my loveliness,
Thou givest my beauty back to me. ... - To A Dancer
Intoxicatingly
Her eyes across the footlights gleam,
(The wine of love, the wine of dream)
Her eyes, that gleam for me! ... - Opals
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
The fields of earth are in it, green and glimmering,
The waves of the blue sky, night's purple flower of noon,
The vanishing cold scintillations of the moon, ...
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Asunca_3: “the sea is a mirror, not only to the clouds, the sun, the moon & the stars, but to all one’s dreams, to all one’s speculations.the sea tells us that everything is changing and that nothing ever changes, that tides go out and return, that all existence is a rhythm” arthur symons
Carlolight: where shall this self at last find happiness? o soul, only in nothingness. - arthur symons
Travmexico: “a realist, in venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.” arthur symons
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