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When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do? ↗

— Alysha Speer

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Поетът може би познава любовта откъм единствената страна, която истински я разкрива и осветява: неосъщественост. Поетът върви унесен. Може би една от формите на споделена любов е поезията. ↗

— Blaga Dimitrova

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I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

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The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart. ↗

— Josiah G Holland AKA Timothy Titcomb

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Не исчезай. Исчезнуть можно вмиг, но как нам после встретиться в столетьях? Возможен ли на свете твой двойник и мой двойник? Лишь только в наших детях. Не исчезай. Дай мне свою ладонь. На ней написан я — я в это верю. Тем и страшна последняя любовь, что это не любовь, а страх потери. ↗

— Евгений Евтушенко

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What's Love, if not this folly of a wider space, taking us to an innermost Love. ↗

— Teddy Crispin

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But the detail of the poem shows power akin to genius, and reveals to us that much neglected law of literary history -- that potential genius can never become actual unless it finds or makes the Form which it requires. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

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sinä kaunis, sinä riemastuttava tyttö ↗

— Sappho

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What is poetry? you ask, while fixing your blue pupil on mine. What is poetry! And you are asking me? Poetry...is you. ↗

— Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

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Tonight Since I'd forgotten for a moment where you are, I search for you with hope in my bones. ↗

— Hester Knibbe

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