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Poetry
«Nothing in the world can be compared to the human face. It is a land one can never tire of exploring. There is no greater experience in a studio than to witness the expression of a sensitive face under the mysterious power of inspiration. To see it animated from inside, and turning into poetry.»
«Nature poets can't walk across the backyard without tripping over an epiphany»
Author: Christian Wiman
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«One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.»
Author: Stephen Sondheim
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Poetry
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«Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen»
«Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, which cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet and artist has actually expressed»
«Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.»