“Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation and specificity.”
— Walter Mosley
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“Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation and specificity.”
— Walter Mosley
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“Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.”
— Horace Walpole
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“The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.”
— Lynda Barry
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“Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.”
— Alfred de Musset
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“Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.”
— Seamus Heaney
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“For me, prose walks, poetry dances.”
— James Broughton
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“Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.”
— George Oppen
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“The first function of poetry is to tell the truth, to learn how to do that, to find out what you really feel and what you really think.”
— June Jordan
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“How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.”
— Robert Penn Warren
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“Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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“Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly… in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.”
— F. L. Lucas
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