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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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Akshay Vasu

"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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Akshay Vasu

"They say poets write mostly for themselves; if anyone else likes it, well and good, if not, it doesn't matter; certainly, not to me."

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Akshay Vasu

"Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition."

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Akshay Vasu

"Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam."

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Akshay Vasu

"There are very few great poets in the world."

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Akshay Vasu

"Poets write the words you have heard before but in a new sequence."

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Akshay Vasu

"I'm passing on a tradition of which I am part. There's a long line of poets who went before me, and I'm another one, and I'm hoping to pass that on to other younger, or newer, poets than myself."

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Akshay Vasu

"Poets can't resist the dramatic pull of their lives and so inevitably write autobiographical verse."

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Akshay Vasu

"A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses."

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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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John Cleveland
"Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed."

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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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John Cleveland
"My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery."

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John Cleveland
"Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home."

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