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The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the read more

The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.

by Lionel Trilling Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

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Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..

Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..

by Ogden Nash 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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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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Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a read more

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

by Gaston Bachelard Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of read more

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.

by Philip James Bailey Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

by Henry David Thoreau Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more

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.

by John Dryden Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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