Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Meaning of the quote
Poetry is like a special mirror that can make things that are twisted or odd look beautiful and nice. The poet Percy Bysshe Shelley said this because poetry has the power to show the world in a new, beautiful way, even if things don't look perfect at first.
About Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley was an influential English Romantic poet who was not recognized during his lifetime but later became an inspiration for many other poets. He wrote a variety of works, including poems, verse dramas, and political essays, but faced controversies and backlash for his radical views and nonconformist lifestyle.
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