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John Cleveland

"I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out."

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"Poets go through a very tough apprenticeship in the use of words."

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"I can't look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do."

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"Travelers are like poets. They are mostly an angry race."

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"Yes, you can feel very alone as a poet and you sometimes think, is it worth it? Is it worth carrying on? But because there were other poets, you became part of a scene. Even though they were very different writers, it made it easier because you were together."

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"If poets were realistic, they wouldn't be poets."

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"I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie."

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"Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he's hardly ever mentioned."

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"I've been influenced by poets as diverse as Dylan Thomas, Lewis Carroll, and Edgar Allan Poe."

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"I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out."
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