Top 13 Quotes & Sayings by Austin Clarke

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an Irish poet Austin Clarke.
Last updated on November 8, 2024.
Austin Clarke

Austin Clarke, born in 83 Manor Street, Stoneybatter, Dublin, was one of the leading Irish poets of the generation after W. B. Yeats. He also wrote plays, novels and memoirs. Clarke's main contribution to Irish poetry was the rigour with which he used technical means borrowed from classical Irish language poetry when writing in English.

When I first discovered for myself the Celtic Twilight and read the earlier poems of Yeats and others, all was entirely incomprehensible to me. I groped through a mist of blurred meanings, stumbled through lines in which every accent seemed to be in the wrong place.
Reform and exchange in English poetry are as slow as in the British constitution itself.
Moral training in Ireland is severe and lasts until marriage. Even in childhood, we are taught by the pious clergy to battle against bad thoughts so that we may preserve our holy purity.
Few realise that English poetry is rather like the British constitution, surrounded by pompous precedents and reverences. — © Austin Clarke
Few realise that English poetry is rather like the British constitution, surrounded by pompous precedents and reverences.
In expressing so completely his own type, Mr. Yeats presents us with the case for integrity. If we can express eventually our own scholastic mentality in verse, I believe that our art will lead us not towards, but away from, English art.
It takes us many years to learn that the passion for justice and the welfare of all, once it has been aroused, is the deepest one in moral life.
Passion in Ireland is denounced as evil and obscene. Women are the snares set for us by the Devil.
In contrast to our sinking taste, there has been a revival of interest in verse drama in England, Scotland, and elsewhere. The movement has been slow but sure and, above all, modest in its demands.
In these days of our new materialistic Irish state, poetry will have a harder, less picturesque task. But the loss of Yeats and all that boundless activity, in a country where the mind is feared and avoided, leaves a silence which it is painful to contemplate.
Yeats regarded his work as the close of an epoch, and the least of his later lyrics brings the sense of a great occasion. English critics have tried to claim him for their tradition, but, heard closely, his later music has that tremulous lyrical undertone which can be found in the Anglo-Irish eloquence of the eighteenth century.
Few in the Nineties would have ventured to prophesy that the remote dim singer of the Celtic Twilight would, in a new age, become the leading poet of the English-speaking world. None have disputed the claim of William Butler Yeats to that title.
Assonance is not the enemy of rhyme. It helps us to respect rhyme, which has been spoiled by mechanical use.
Irish poetry has lost the ready ear and the comforts of recognition. But we must go on. We must be true to our own minds.
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