Quote by John Keats
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own

Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. – John Keats

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I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. – John Keats

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Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. – John Keats

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Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew. – Seamus Heaney

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I dont think poetry is something that can be taught. We can encourage young writers, but what you cant teach them is the very essence of poetry. – Robert Morgan

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Poetry is at the centre of my life, too, emotionally speaking, and intellectually speaking – its just that Im one of those people who enjoy doing other stuff as well. – Andrew Motion

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Dealing with poetry is a daunting task, simply because the reason one does it as an editor at all is because one is constantly coming to terms with ones own understanding of how to understand the world. – Peter Davison

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