Life And Art

Not while the fever of the blood is strong,
The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less
With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless
The poet-sould to help and soothe with song.

by Emma Lazarus Click to read full poem

Comments (7)

This sure was something
Just a little interesting factoid..........She wrote- - - - -Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... words that were engraved on a bronze plaque hung in the Statue of Liberty museum..
One of my favorite poets. I love her poems
The relationship of life and art in a poet's life has been marvelously reflected in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Artistic exposure of life. Nice.
Day's illusions of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The lasting value of poetry or art lies not in the immediate satisfaction of feelings but in the long use based on harmony with life! The expression of such things in art deserves all praise indeed!