X. J. Kennedy Quotes
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Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass. Keep your bottoms off barstools and marry you young Or be left--an old barrel with many a bung.
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I don't think anybody is a poet 24/7, only in those rare moments when a person is producing a poem.
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The attitude that poetry should not be analyzed is prevalent among many who consider themselves experts on children's literature. But I suspected that kids like to look closely at things and figure out what makes them go.
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To me, a poem that's in rhyme and meter is the difference between watching a film in full color and watching a film in black and white. Not that a few black and white films aren't wonderful. So are certain successful pieces of free verse.
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The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once.
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My real name is Joe Kennedy, but if you live in Massachusetts, you can't sign 'Joe Kennedy.' So, back in 1957, I stuck the X on my name to be different from those people in Hyannis Port.
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As a writer given to the old formalities of rhyme and meter, I sometimes feel endangered these days.
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I am one of the endangered species: people who still write in meter and rime.
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I’d be glad to go out on a limb with those Who want nothing beyond what the wind bestows, Were I not bound to roots, dug in deep to bear Never being done grasping for light and air.
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I like poems where you don't really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.
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On solemn asses fall plush sinecures, So keep a straight face and sit tight on yours.
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In thigh-high yellow leather boots Plump Saphonisba strides. Too bad that, just to hide her calves, Two calves have lost their hides.
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Poetry is probably the one field of writing in which it is a mistake to try to psych out editors. In fact, specific marketing advice can sometimes harm the novice poet by enticing him to pursue fashions. The poet's best hope is to sound like nobody else, The finest, most enduring poetry constructs a marketplace of its own.
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In poetry, only emotion endures.