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"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
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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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"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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"The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly."
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"A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader's mind with the colors of emotion."
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"Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know."
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"Five syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad."
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"Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?"
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"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."
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"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
Poetry
"But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep."
Love
"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
Old
"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
Heart
"The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear."
Fear
"The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race."
God
"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise."
Lie
"To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other."
Crime
"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
Experience
"The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?"
Love
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