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The translator of prose is the slave of the author, and the translator of poetry is his rival.

The translator of prose is the slave of the author, and the translator of poetry is his rival.

Rivals, Slave, Poetry Is

"Dreams of My Russian Summers". Book by Andreï Makine, September 6, 1995.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Heart, Poetry, Flesh

Algernon Charles Swinburne (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)”, p.145, Delphi Classics

Reality, the oppressor's tongue.

Adrienne Rich

Reality, Poetry, Literature

The poet's first job of work is to put bread on the table.

Yvor Winters

Jobs, Poetry, Tables

Every genuine poet is necessarily a Columbus. America existed for centuries before Columbus but it was only Columbus who was able to track it down.

Yevgeny Zamyatin

America, Track, Poetry

Yevgeny Zamyatin (2010). “We: Introduction by Will Self”, p.59, Random House

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

William Wordsworth

Poetry, Comfort, Breathe

Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.

William Wordsworth

Poetry, Enough

Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.

William Wordsworth

Poetry, Outcomes, Emotion

Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?

William Wordsworth

Sweet, Poetry, Behinds

Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

William Wordsworth

Wisdom, Book, Poetry

William Wordsworth (1850). “The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical Poem”, p.131, London E. Moxon 1850.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

William Wordsworth

Great Inspirational, Emotion, Poetry Is

I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.

William Shakespeare

Poetry, Tree, Teeth

William Shakespeare (2013). “Renaissance Acting Editions: The First Part of Henry the Fourth, with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPURRE [King Henry IV, Part 1]”, p.147, Demitra Papadinis