A garland of quotations XIV

Poets of the past
are the children of my concubines.
Poets to come
are infants of my pity.
The poets of the sky
are babies in my cradle.
•Allama Prabhu, Vacana 550 (C12); from A.K. Ramanujan’s Speaking of Siva.

Of course she sets up spurious miracles, but what is a woman of genius to do in the nineteenth century!
•Yeats, on Blavatsky, quoted in Bloom’s The American Religion.

Says Tom to Richard, “Churchill’s dead!” Says Richard, “Tom, you lie:“Old Rancour the report hath spread, “But Genius can...