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The finest poetry was first experience.

The finest poetry was first experience.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

by William Cowper Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

by Edgar Allan Poe Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

by Thomas Gray 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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Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.

Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.

by Edwin Hubbel Chapin Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The poet is the priest of the invisible.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

by Wallace Stevens Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove read more

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

by E. B. White Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
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When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut,"--
There is a place and enough for the pains of prose;
But whenever the May-blood stires and glows,
And the young year draws to the "golden prime,"
And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose,--
Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme!

by Henry Austin Dobson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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