“One of the best tests in the world of what a poet really means is his metre. He may be a hypocrite in his metaphysics, but he cannot be a hypocrite in his prosody.”
– G. K. Chesterton, Twelve Types, “The Optimism of Byron”
Filed under Literature
Tagged as G.K. Chesterton, Hypocrisy, Meaning, Poetry, Poets, Twelve Types
Don’t know if I agree with this. I’d rather have someone say something meaningful than banal all dressed up.
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