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Every poem is a scene of language. It is a rite without a ceremony. Edward Hirsch How to Read A Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry (1999)

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I really love you,  believe me. It is something I inherited from my mother. From Attila József’s “Attila József” which Edward Hirsch calls his “love poem to himself.”

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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. W.B. Yeats Per Amica Silentia Lunae (1917) (facebook I twitter I instagram)

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Writing is embodiment. Reading is contact. Edward Hirsch How to Read A Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry (1999) (facebook I twitter I instagram)

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I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,  some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.  I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. Elizabeth Bishop “One Art” in Geography III (1977) 

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Rhythm is a form cut into time, as Ezra Pound said […] Rhythm is all about recurrence and change. It is poetry’s way of charging the depths, hitting the fathomless. It is oceanic. Edward Hirsch How to Read A Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry (1999)

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The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets. William Carlos Williams (Hirsch 1999, p.13)

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How Emily Dickinson Recognized True Poetry

Emily Dickinson’s test of poetry: If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever 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 way I know. Is […]