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Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life of what use are poems, or any other works of art, unless to enable human lives to be lived with insight of a deeper kind, with more sensitive feelings, more intense sense of the beautiful, with deeper understanding?

Kathleen Raine

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Kathleen Raine
Age: 94 †
Born: 1908
Born: January 1
Died: 2003
Died: January 1
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Ilford
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Loran Hurnscot
Kathleen Jesse Raine (Mrs K.J. Madge)
Kathleen Jessie Raine
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