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"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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"'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone."
"...many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased. I remember a man in Salinas who in his middle years traveled to Honolulu and back, and that journey continued for the rest of his life. We could watch him in his rocking chair on his front porch, his eyes squinted, half-closed, endlessly traveling to Honolulu."
"If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains."
"Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do."
"When I need names they drop out of my head; when I don't need them they drop back."
"To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those who will follow us. And it is altogether reasonable that in order to avoid this repetitive trouncing, God graciously granted us memories."
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"If I can't be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can't be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can't be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can't be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts."
"A negative outlook is dangerous. When you say, "It can't get any worse! You're essentially challenging the universe to do exactly that."
"I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it."
"Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways."
"I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light."
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