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Quote by John Ciardi
You dont have to suffer to be a poet adolescence is enough sufferi

You dont have to suffer to be a poet adolescence is enough suffering for anyone. – John Ciardi

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Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope. – John Ciardi

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It is easy enough to praise men for the courage of their convictions. I wish I could teach the sad young of this mealy generation the courage of their confusions. – John Ciardi

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For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men. – Giorgos Seferis

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Poetry being the sign of that which all men desire, even though the desire be unconscious, intensity of life or completeness of experience, the universality of its appeal is a matter of course. – John Drinkwater

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I was always interested in French poetry sort of as a sideline to my own work, I was translating contemporary French poets. That kind of spilled out into translation as a way to earn money, pay for food and put bread on the table. – Paul Auster

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Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose. – Walter Savage Landor

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A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. – John Muir

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