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The poets whom I knew then were all men and all seemed dauntingly sure of themselves - although I am sure that really they were as uncertain as I was. ↗

— Helen Dunmore

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What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The strength of any poem is the poems that it has managed to exclude. ↗

— Harold Bloom

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You know, in my music career there was a moment where the irony was just so heavy. There were people in my audience that were the reason I developed neuroses. These people that tortured my life were using my art, my poetry, as fuel for them, to torture other people. ↗

— Fred Durst

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Poetry, the genre of purest beauty, was born of a truncated woman: her head severed from her body with a sword, a symbolic penis. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

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I think Whitman more than any other poet possessed the gift of revealing to others the beauty of everything around us, the beauty of nature, the beauty of human beings. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

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A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness. ↗

— Hermann Ebbinghaus

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Her close friends have gathered. Lord, ain't it a shame Grieving together Sharing the blame. But when she was dying Lord, we let her down. There's no use cryin' It can't help her now. The party's all over Drink up and go home. It's too late to love her And leave her alone. Just say she was someone Lord, so far from home Whose life was so lonesome She died all alone Who dreamed pretty dreams That never came true Lord, why was she born So black and blue? Oh, why was she born So black and blue? Epitaph (Black And Blue) Written by: Kris Kristofferson Note: "Epitaph" is about Janis Joplin. ↗

— Kris Kristofferson

#poetry #song-lyrics #dreams

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world. ↗

— Richard Eberhart

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Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind. ↗

— Maxwell Bodenheim

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There may be more poetry than justice in poetic justice. ↗

— George Will

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