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Edgar Allan Poe

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary."

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A.E. Samaan

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

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A.E. Samaan

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

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A.E. Samaan

"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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A.E. Samaan

"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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A.E. Samaan

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

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A.E. Samaan

"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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A.E. Samaan

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

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A.E. Samaan

"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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A.E. Samaan

"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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A.E. Samaan

"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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Edgar Allan Poe
"Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee."

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Edgar Allan Poe
"Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold"too cold for me-There pass'd, as a shroud,A fleecy cloud,And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam shall be;For joy to my heartIs the proud partThou bearest in Heaven at night,And more I admireThy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light."

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