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    Some force whole regions, in despite
    O' geography, to change their site;
    Make former times shake hands with latter,
    And that which was before come after;
    But those that write in rhyme still make
    The one verse for the other's sake;
    For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
    I think's sufficient at one time.

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Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

by John Fletcher 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 an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the work of poets, not of peoples or communities; artistic creation can never be anything but the production read more

Poetry is the work of poets, not of peoples or communities; artistic creation can never be anything but the production of an individual mind .

by Lascelles Abercrombie 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 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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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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Writing a poem is discovering

Writing a poem is discovering

by Robert Frost Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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