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Quote by Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gar

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. – Jean Cocteau

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I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau

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I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau

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The lines of poetry, the period of prose, and even the texts of Scripture most frequently recollected and quoted, are those which are felt to be preeminently musical. – William Shenstone

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Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry. – Salvatore Quasimodo

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However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies. – Eugenio Montale

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It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms. – John Millington Synge

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