Quote by Robert Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesic

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost

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The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination. – Robert Frost

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power
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The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat. – Robert Frost

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Fathers
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The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind… The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself. – Laura Riding

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Poetry

At this point weve answered about every question you could possibly imagine about Deep Space Nine, so we do this thing called Theatrical Jazz, where we do a show of bits and pieces of things from plays and literature, poetry… stuff that we like. Its fun. – Rene Auberjonois

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Poetry

All the modern verse plays, theyre terrible theyre mostly about the poetry. Its more important that the play is first. – Denis Johnson

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Poetry

The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers. – Lewis Thomas

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Poetry

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No man was ever great without a touch of divine afflatus. – Cicero

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Question reality, especially if it contradicts the evidence of your hopes and dreams. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood! – Honore de Balzac

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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. – Samuel Beckett

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Chaos