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"Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning like a drowning man's.I send out red signals across your absent eyesthat smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.You keep only darkness, my distant female,from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad netsto that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love you.The night gallops on its shadowy mareshedding blue tassels over the land."
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"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
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"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
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"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment."
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"I don't think of poetry as a 'rational' activity but as an aural one. My poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement and phrasing of a poem are very important to me."
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"Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me."
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"Women do not have as great a need for poetry because their own essence is poetry."
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"Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must dig with the faith of a peasant."
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"One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."
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"Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet."
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"There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry."
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"But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies."
Heart
"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."
Poetry
"I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees."
Romantic
"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."
Romantic
"A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly."
Man
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
Love
"The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty."
Reading
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
Passion
"Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?"
Longing
"Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood."
Childhood
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