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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?

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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

by Jean Cocteau Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once
a poem.

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once
a poem.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

by E. M. Forster Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.

'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.

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Why then we should drop into poetry.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

by Charles Dickens Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

by Paul Engle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.

morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.

by C K Williams Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

by Voltaire Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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