Quote by Vladimir Nabokov
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through

Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words. – Vladimir Nabokov

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Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much. – Vladimir Nabokov

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It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail. – Vladimir Nabokov

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Im quite sure that most writers would sustain real poetry if they could, but it takes devotion and talent. – Marguerite Young

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Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me its the home of the extraordinary, the only home. – Philip Levine

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For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry. – Paul Muldoon

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Translation is an interestingly different way to be involved both with poetry and with the language that Ive found myself living in much of the time. I think the two feed each other. – Marilyn Hacker

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The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both. – Victor Hugo

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