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"A poet often lives in an enchanted land where he sees things not with his eyes but with his feelings."
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"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."
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"Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig."
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"He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically."Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was four syllables. Artemis said. Apollo frowned. "Was it? "No, no, that's six syllable, hhhm. He started muttering to himself. That's five syllables! He bowed, looking very pleased with himself."
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"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own."
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"Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?"
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"Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You."
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"It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them."
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"Only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ..."
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"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
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"What is poetry which does not save nations or people?"
Poetry
"The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history."
Change
"Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose."
Truth
"At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are."
Appreciation
"Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above."
Acceptance
"It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism."
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