“I am more and more convinced,” Goethe continued, “that poetry is the universal possession of mankind, revealing itself everywhere and at all times in hundreds and hundreds of men. One makes it a little better than another, and swims on the surface a little longer than another—that is all. Herr von Matthisson must not think he is the man, nor must I think that I am the man;...
The clumsy, dirty boot of the retired soldier, under the weight of which the...– Gogol
From Friday night in the Basement with Brendan, Jon and Sean
Мы живем, под собою не чуя страны, Наши речи за десять шагов не слышны, А где...– Осип Эмильевич Мандельштам