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Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords - philoso

Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords – philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather. – Anna Jameson

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In morals what begins in fear usually ends in wickedness in religion what begins in fear usually ends in fanaticism. Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil. – Anna Jameson

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Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. Youll have that readership. Keep going until you know youre doing work thats worthy. And then see what happens. Thats my advice. – Philip Levine

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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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Poetry

The flowery Path of Poetry but ill accords with the thorny Mazes of the Law; in the one I have wandered with rapture from Infancy, and I have endeavoured to grace the other with a simple but lasting Ornament—Integrity of Heart. – Charles Snart, “Dedication, to Robert Lowe, Esq. Oxton,” 1807 January 1st, Newar

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Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. – A. R. Ammons

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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer…. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring. – E.B. White

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