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Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words. |
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Poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are of nature of universals, whereas those of history are of singulars |
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Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions. |
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind. |