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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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"The lamp hummed:'Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,Her hand twists a paper rose,That smells of dust and old Cologne,She is aloneWith all the old nocturnal smellsThat cross and cross across her brain."The reminiscence comesOf sunless dry geraniumsAnd dust in crevices,Smells of chestnuts in the streets,And female smells in shuttered rooms,And cigarettes in corridorsAnd cocktail smells in bars."
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"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."
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"Poetry is a mug's game."
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"The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying."
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"Many are the noble words in which poets speak concerning the actions of men; but like yourself when speaking about Homer, they do not speak of them by any rules of art: they are simply inspired to utter that to which the Muse impels them, and that only; and when inspired, one of them will make dithyrambs, another hymns of praise, another choral strains, another epic or iambic verses- and he who is good at one is not good any other kind of verse: for not by art does the poet sing, but by power divine."
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"Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter."
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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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"The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under."
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"He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive-narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality."
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"Luthicer hummed. 'You're either brave or very foolish.' 'What's the difference?' (Eric)"
Humor
"I'm assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution.' (Eric)"
Society
"When I first met him, he was everything I wanted to be, but over time, he showed me how I wanted to be myself, and that was how I fell in love with him."
Love
"Damn the way he had control over me."
Obsession
"The rebel inside of me always ignored the rules."
Rebellion
"All love is immortal."
Eternity
"I liked this rich lifestyle, but I loved the poor lifestyle better. The less money people had, the less greedy they seemed to be. The people who lived around our flocks seemed to always love everyone around them. Even though they aren't always happy and can't always afford the bills, they are still glad to be alive."
Freedom
"Harmony would only come with destruction."
Learning
"A heroic act is not always followed by glory and parades and forever freedom, she said. 'It's often small, disregarded, or forgotten. But it matters."
Courage
"War?' The word held too much definition for three letters."
Conflict
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