A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

Randall Jarrell
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime...
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime...
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime...
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime...
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People may associate being a poet with being a man of intellect, but it's this quote from Pablo Neruda that helped me realize that poetry wasn't just for the intellectual. Being a poet meant understanding the beauty of life, accepting your losses, living in the moment, and not worrying about the future.

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