Arthur Symons

Poems Books Biography Comments

Who is Arthur Symons



Symons in 1906 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 staf...
Read Full Biography


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, ...
Read All Poems


Top 10 most used topics by Arthur Symons

I Love You 50 Love 50 Night 45 Heart 44 White 30 Soul 27 Life 26 Light 25 Desire 25 World 23


Arthur Symons Quotes

Read All Quotes


Comments about Arthur Symons

  • Matyldastein: “a realist, in venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.” -arthur symons.
  • Solsikkemv: [...] and the world is ended, and made again in a dream. (poesia di arthur symons)
  • Plumpmulligan: "poetry," said mallarmé, "is the language of a state of crisis"; and all his poems are the evocation of a passing ecstasy, arrested in mid-flight. - arthur symons
  • Surazeus: the symbolist movement in literature arthur symons
  • Amjakubowski: arthur symons— “others leave me: all things leave me / you remain.”
Read All Comments

Write your comment about Arthur Symons

Poem of the day

Carl Sandburg Poem
House
 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.
...
Read complete poem

Popular Poets