A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.

Robert Frost
A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak....
A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak....
A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak....
A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak....
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William Blake said, “A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.” In his statement he suggests that a poem is born out of something deep and real.

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