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poetry poverty instinct
A person born with an instinct for poverty. Elbert Hubbard
poetry pardon burned
For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd. Alexander Pope
poetry together groups
Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would appal them if it did. Christopher Morley
poetry literature language
Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves one possibility less for his successors. T. S. Eliot
poetry great-poet can-do
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do. Stephen Spender
poetry mind certain
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind. Thomas B. Macaulay
poetry language states
Poetry is the language of a state of crisis. Stephane Mallarme
poetry
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control. Rumi
poetry age ornaments
Rhime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter...the troublesom and modern bondage of Rimeing John Milton
letters bigs arrested
When you get arrested it's in big letters. When you get acquitted it's in small letters. Charles Barkley
letters made crooked
Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight. Stephen King
letters answers love-letter
If someone sends you a love letter you've got to answer back. Ray Bradbury
letters stood-up hanging-around
I got stood up by the letter Y, he was hanging around with his X. Norah Jones
letters feels
More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one. Margaret Atwood
jest dare knows
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest. Emily Dickinson
jest cynic wit
Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification. Helen Rowland