Джеймс Стивенс цитаты
Джеймс Стивенс
Дата рождения: 9. Февраль 1882
Дата смерти: 26. Декабрь 1950
Джеймс Стивенс – ирландский поэт и писатель, жил в Париже, Лондоне, Дублине, современник Дж. Джойса.
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Джеймс Джойс6
ирландский писатель и поэт
Кэри, Джойс
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Цитаты Джеймс Стивенс
„Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.“
— James Stephens
The Crock of Gold (Charleston: BiblioBazaar, [1912] 2006) p. 13.
„Speech and prose are not the same thing. They have different wave-lengths, for speech moves at the speed of light, where prose moves at the speed of the alphabet, and must be consecutive and grammatical and word-perfect. Prose cannot gesticulate. Speech can sometimes do nothing else.“
— James Stephens
"Finnegans Wake", in James, Seamas & Jacques: Unpublished Writings (London: Macmillan, 1964) p. 161.
„If I asked her master he'd give me a cask a day;
But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.“
— James Stephens
"A Glass of Beer" (1918), line 9, in Collected Poems (London: Macmillan, 1954) p. 185.
„Because our lives are cowardly and sly,
Because we do not dare to take or give,
Because we scowl and pass each other by,
We do not live; we do not dare to live.“
— James Stephens
"The Road", line 1, in Songs from the Clay (London: Macmillan, 1915) p. 97.
„Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.“
— James Stephens
The Crock of Gold (Charleston: BiblioBazaar, [1912] 2006) p. 27.
„The duty of a lyrical poet is not to express or explain, it is to intensify life.“
— James Stephens
Collected Poems (London: Macmillan, 1954) p. xii.
„I would think
Until I found
Something
I can never find;
– Something
Lying
On the ground,
In the bottom
Of my mind.“
— James Stephens
"The Goat Paths", line 89, in Collected Poems (London: Macmillan, 1954) p. 6.
