‘The crown of literature is poetry.. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy.’ the writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
There is really nothing to be said about it.
It is like the perfume of a rose:
you can smell it and that is all.”
W. Somerset Maugham
Foto by L. K. Thayer