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    Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
    Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
    Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
    Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
    Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
    And in one word, heroically mad.

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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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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

by Robert Frost Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The courage of the Poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

The courage of the Poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

by Christopher Morley Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

by Thomas Carlyle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.

by Horace Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The true poem is the poet's mind.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

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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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

by T. S. Eliot Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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