Imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic. Ted Hughes
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When you are writing you should imagine what you are writing about. You should see it and live it. When you sit down to write you should not think of the words as something that must be worked out laboriously. You should write them, touch them, smell them, listen to them, turn yourself into them. When you do this, the words will look after themselves because they are alive in your own imagination.

Source: Poetry In The Making: An Anthology

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