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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No read more
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.