Quote by Peter Davison
My friends never talk to me about my poetry because theyre embarra

My friends never talk to me about my poetry because theyre embarrassed that I write it or theyre embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things, but they are the state of human existence. – Peter Davison

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The more poetry you have in the head, the more poetry you will understand because you will be getting to the roots of what it is that makes people write poetry at all. – Peter Davison

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Every so often I find some poems that are too good for the readers of The Atlantic because they are a little too involved with the nature of poetry, as such. – Peter Davison

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I really enjoy English and poetry and writing classes. – Taylor Momsen

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The fact of the matter is that the most unexpected and miraculous thing in my life was the arrival in it of poetry itself – as a vocation and an elevation almost. – Seamus Heaney

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I want to branch out. I want to write. I write poetry. I want to see my children grow up well. – Annie Lennox

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I began the way nearly everybody I ever heard of – I began writing poetry. And I find that to be quite usual with writers, their trying their hand at poetry. – Shelby Foote

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