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Cecil Day-Lewis

Cecil Day-Lewis (or Day Lewis) CBE (27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972), often writing as C. Day-Lewis, was an Anglo-Irish poet and the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1968 until his death in 1972. He also wrote mystery stories under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake. He is the father of Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, a noted actor, and Tamasin Day-Lewis, a documentary filmmaker and television chef.

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There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Farewell, Goodbye, Kind, Men, Release, Torment

We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

Inspirational, Order, Self Worth, Understand, Write, Writing

The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.

Art, Image, Myth, Poetic, Poetry, Reign

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

Age, Lying, Overcast, Past, Peak, Summer

Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.

Flying, Giving, Mastery, Sense, Space

It is unwise to equate scientific activity with what we call reason, poetic activity with what we call imagination. Without the imaginative leap from facts to generalisation, no theoretic discovery in science is made. The poet, on the other hand, must not imagine but reason--that is to say, he must exercise a great deal of consciously directed thought in the selection and rejection of his data: there is a technical logic, a poetic reasoning in his choice of the words, rhythms and images by which a poem's coherence is achieved.

Coherence, Exercise, Hands, Leap, Science, Technical

Love is proved in the letting go.

Best Love, Letting, Letting Go, Love, Love Is, Proved

To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; | To escape time, always to start anew. . . | Hooded by a dark sense of destination. . . | Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.

Dark, Destination, Founder, Lightly, Ocean, Sleep

Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.

Away, Letting, Letting Go, Love, Walking Away

They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom's cause.

Enslaved, Folly, Greed, Law, Mere, Poetry

A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.

Born, Things, Till, Using Words, Way, Words

A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.

Figure, Figures, Poet, Seen, Should

High sprits they had: gravity they flouted.

Aviation, Flight, Flouted, Gravity, Sprits

We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.

Air, Alive, Feet, Hands, Lies, Lying