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The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

by Max Jacob Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The fellow mixes blood with his colors.

The fellow mixes blood with his colors.

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Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

by Edmund Burke Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things

Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things

by Edgar Degas Found in: Painting Quotes,
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I mix them with my brains, sir.

I mix them with my brains, sir.

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Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

by Kahlil Gibran Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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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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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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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?

by George Crabbe Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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