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Mixed Media-Poem- Change of Pace   CLB

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The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. ~W.B. Yeats

 


Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. ~Salvatore Quasimodo



 

“I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.”

― Leonard Cohen

 

“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”

― Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. ~W.B. Yeats

 


Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. ~Salvatore Quasimodo



 

“I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.”

― Leonard Cohen

 

“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”

― Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

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