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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
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.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
