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Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during read more

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

by Maxwell Bodenheim 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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For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

by Samuel Butler Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation
and specificity.

Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation
and specificity.

by Walter Mosley 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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For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

by Sylvia Plath Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

by Marianne Moore Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed read more

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.".

by Soren Kierkegaard Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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