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"Poppies in JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts!There are fumes that I cannot touch.Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?If I could bleed, or sleep!If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,Dulling and stilling.But colorless. Colorless."
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"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."
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"I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican."
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"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
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"Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."
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"Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know."
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"Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry."
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"Women do not have as great a need for poetry because their own essence is poetry."
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"We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented."
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"Otherwise I don't read much adult poetry at all, because I'm not smart enough and mostly I don't get it."
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"And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core."
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"I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives."
Humanity
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
Desire
"I must get my soul back from you, I am killing my flesh without it."
Soul
"It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther."
Comfort
"The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things."
Nature
"So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough."
Productivity
"The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven - and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive - nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking."
Spiritual
"Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled "enemy?"
Morality
"Unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long."
Relationship
"A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly."
Marriage
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