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    The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem.".

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Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..

Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..

by Ogden Nash 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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As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.

As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.

by Thomas B. Macaulay Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

by E. M. Forster Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

by Marianne Moore Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

by John Fletcher 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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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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