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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea;
A precious read more
What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea;
A precious jewel carved most curiously;
It is a little picture painted well.
What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell
From a great poet's hidden ecstasy;
A two-edged sword, a star, a song--ah me!
Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
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.
The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the read more
The poet... may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.
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.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
