Quote by Charles Baudelaire
The poet is like the prince of cloudsWho haunts the tempest an

The poet is like the prince of clouds
Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;
Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking. – Charles Baudelaire

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Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams. – Charles Baudelaire

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But poetry is a way of language, it is not its subject or its makers background or interests or hobbies or fixations. It is nearer to utterance than history. – Thomas Lynch

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I gave up on new poetry myself thirty years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world. – Russell Baker

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