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when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the…firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

—Sanober Khan

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The sublime can only be found in the great subjects. Poetry, history and philosophy all have the same object, and a very great object—Man and Nature. Philosophy describes and depicts Nature. Poetry paints and embellishes...

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For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is just as valuable to me as a hero of history that existed a...

—Washington Irving

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Defining moment in new telepathist’s life, moment when intuitive individual learns most of society isn’t telepathic, doesn’t see auras,doesn’t know what life on ethereal astral plane is like.

—Christina Westover

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My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see me are rude indeed. So blow, blow dear winter, just blow along me!

—Santosh Kalwar

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These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

—John Berryman

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She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could have done it differently of course; the colour could have been thinned and faded; the shapes etherealised; that was...

—Virginia Woolf

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When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

—Kevin Walker

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Outside the youth center, between the liquor storeand the police station,a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;overflowing with blossomfoam,like a sudsy mug of beer;like a bride ripping off her clothes,dropping snow white petals to...

—Tony Hoagland

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En fin, llego a casa. Prendo la tele. Hay una lucha de box. Escucho que alguien dice: “den una buena pelea”. Yo pienso que ninguna pelea puede ser buena y la apago. Tomo el periódico....

—David Meza

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There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

—Scott Hastie

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Where are you hiding my love?Each day without you will never come again.Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean,A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you,A squirrel that ran across the...

—James Kavanaugh

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Demonise one of them and the sympathisers will melt away.

—Philippe Blenkiron

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… It seems to me / the the great bards of the 20th century are in Publicity / those Keatses and Shelleys singing the Colgate smile / Cosmic Coca-Cola, the pause the refreshes, / the...

—Ernesto Cardenal

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Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by...

—Robert Frost

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Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,”Even if you are not ready for dayit cannot always be night.”You will be right.For that is the hard home-run.Live not for battles won.Live not for the-end-of-the-song.Live...

—Gwendolyn Brooks

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I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

—Sara Teasdale

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man acīs cērt saule rokā guļ zvārgulītis bez mēlesun es gaidu kad tajā iespers zibens

—Knuts Skujenieks

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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

—William Shakespeare

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Inside these letters, the eye will seeNearby are your friends, and VFD.

—Lemony Snicket

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have...

—William Shakespeare

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Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with thefloating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other...

—Nicholaus Patnaude

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Discovery’s friend is creativity

—Phillip Gary

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the poet I saw once…but whose words have long beenin my mind, windows of invincible candles…

—Nathalie Handal

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The fury of confession, at first,then the fury of clarity:It was from you, Death, that such hypocriticalobscure feeling was born! And nowlet them accuse me of every passion,let them bad-mouth me, let them say I’m...

—Pier Paolo

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I don’t believe we should carry backupplans in life’s suitcase—they’re too easy to unpack like living a life in yoga pants, so comfortable our hips spreadinto new timezones…

—Kelli Russell

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I heard a bird congratulating itselfall day for being a jay.Nobody cared. But it was gladall over again, and said so, again.

—William Stafford

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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.

—John Keating

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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at...

—William Wordsworth

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Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

—John Clare

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In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway.

—Mother Teresa

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Living together/ is one move closer/ to living apart

—Kristi Maxwell

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Gargoyles sat on the battlements- lean they were and the same hideous damp grey as the stone. They looked at her with hollow eyes and rattled their silver chains. They had wings of bats or...

—Meredith Ann

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life is other, always there,further off, beyond you andbeyond me, always on the horizon,life which unlives us and makes us strangers,that invents our face and wears it away

—Octavio Paz

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It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some...

—Louise Glück

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I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

—Amanda Mosher

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Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massiveinsect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the endof a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurtin...

—Jeffrey McDaniel

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Many Americans first fell in love with the poetry of the thirteenth century teacher and spiritual leader Jelalludin Rumi during the early 1990s when the unparalleled lyrical grace, philosophical brilliance, and spiritual daring of his...

—Aberjhani

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Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.

—Kahlil Gibran

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. . . car il n’est point vrai que l’oeuvre de l’homme est finie que nous n’avons rien à faire au monde que nous parasitons le monde qu’il suffit que nous nous mettions au pas...

—Aimé Césaire

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I’d spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet — buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture — than I had learning how to assemble...

—Mary Karr

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Safety isn’t always safe. You can find one on every gun.

—Andrea Gibson

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But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.

—John Dryden

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That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

—Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The Coming of LightEven this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up...

—Mark Strand

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The greatness of poetry comes from its struggle to express the rapture of the soul in the contemplation of beauty.

—Anthony S. Maulucci

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I love being able to see an un-written future.

—Michael Jones

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L’aube exalteé ainsi qu’un peuple de colombes, et j’ai vu quelquefois ce que l’homme a cru voir!(And dawn, exalted like a host of doves – and then I’ve seen what men believe they’ve seen!)

—Arthur Rimbaud

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Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that hold only one truth…

—Muse

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Long have I dwelt forgotten hereIn pining woe and dull despair;This place of solitude and gloomMust be my dungeon and my tomb.

—Anne Brontë

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