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The irony is, going to work every day became the subject of probably my best poetry. – Philip Levine

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Therell always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory. – Philip Levine

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I realized poetrys the thing that I can do cause I can stick at it and work with tremendous intensity. – Philip Levine

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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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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of mans concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. – John F. Kennedy

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Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture. – Juan Ramon Jimenez

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Its always good when women win things in fiction because it tends to be more male-dominated, unlike poetry, which is more equal. – Carol Ann Duffy

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[A poem] begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost, “The Figure a Poem Makes,” Collected Poems of Robert Frost, 1939

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