Quote by Mary Oliver
Poetry isnt a profession, its a way of life. Its an empty basket y

Poetry isnt a profession, its a way of life. Its an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that. – Mary Oliver

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When its over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. – Mary Oliver

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I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded. – Mary Oliver

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I think thats what poetry does. It allows people to come together and identify with a common thing that is outside of themselves, but which they identify with from the interior. – Diane Wakoski

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[P]oetry… folds its wings at the rough contact of reality… it feels in one sense much more, and in another much less, than the soul engaged with reality… – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born. – Daisaku Ikeda

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Art works because it appeals to certain faculties of the mind. Music depends on details of the auditory system, painting and sculpture on the visual system. Poetry and literature depend on language. – Steven Pinker

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