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Sylvia Plath

"I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry."

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"I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry."

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"Widow. The word consumes itself."
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"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
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"There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them."
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
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"The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it."
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"Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing."
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"Is there no way out of the mind?"
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"The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end."
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"The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things."

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"You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!"

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"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."

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"Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others."

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"I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For if of these fallen petalsOne to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand."

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"Deep down there is a rose in every heart."

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"At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ..."

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"You know the way of the wind in the night-the desolate alleys my soul takes."

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"The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away."

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Aberjhani

"Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet."

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"The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is."

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