684 Quotes About Poets
- Author Kamaran Ihsan Salih
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Shadow of Your SpiritAt night I see the shadow of your spiritMixing with my blood and soulDuring the day I see your photosThey tell me come to meCome to my world and romanceEven I don’t know by myselfHow I fell into your loveI cannot remove it from my heartYour love stabled my soul
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- Author Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.
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- Author Salil Jha
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Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry.
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- Author Salena Godden
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They say that it is always poets that die in wars, and I never got over a sense of being in the trenches.
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- Author Sanober Khan
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Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.
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- Author Paul Travis
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Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit
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- Author Maddy Kobar
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I had lost so much love in this life and for this fading poet; love is life.If I cannot love any longer, then my life is forfeit.
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- Author Dejan Stojanovic
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When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
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- Author Robert E. Howard
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The little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,And modest flowers waving in the sun.The mighty poets write in blood and tearsAnd agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.They reach their mad blind hands into the night,To plumb abysses dead to human sight;To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. MUSINGS [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]
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