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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way? Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
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