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"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
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"Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"
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"The ear is the avenue to the heart."
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"Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text."
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"The mind defines, decides, doubts and divides - only the heart truly binds."
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"The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe."
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"The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs."
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"Wherever you go, go with all your heart."
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"Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound."
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"The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech."
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"A closed heart is the most self limiting factor in life. Start to listen to your heartfelt desires."
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"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
Experience
"The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear."
Fear
"The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?"
Love
"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
Heart
"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise."
Lie
"To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other."
Crime
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
Poetry
"The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race."
God
"But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep."
Love
"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
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