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The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No read more

The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.

by Mark Van Doren Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all read more

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

by Paul Engle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

by Stephen Mallarme Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.

Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.

by Mikhail Dudan Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

by Edgar Allan Poe 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 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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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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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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