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Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Every true poet, I thought, must be original and originality a condition of poetic genius; so that each poet is like a species in nature (not an individuum genericum or specificum) and can never recur. That nothing shd. be old or borrowed however cannot be.
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Letter to Coventry Patmore (C. C. Abbott (ed.), The Letters of Gerard Manley Hopkins to Robert Bridges, (London: Oxford University Press, 1955), p. 263)

 
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