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"In the grueling light that passed for day..."
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"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."
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"A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader's mind with the colors of emotion."
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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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"Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?"
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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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"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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"In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound."
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"Poetry is a mug's game."
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"Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words."
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"When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?"
Mortality
"You call forth the world which God has formed and that world only. Nor is this life of yours by which you set such store your doing, however you may choose to tell it. Its shape was forced in the void at the onset and all talk of what might otherwise have been is senseless for there is no otherwise. Of what could it be made? Where be hid? Or how make its appearance? The probability fo the actual is absolute. That we have no power to guess it out beforehand makes it no less certain. That we may imagine alternate histories means nothing at all."
Existence
"It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God - who knows all that can be known - seems powerless to change."
History
"A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound."
Mystery
"He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all."
Forgiveness
"If you pursue this road that you've embarked upon, you will eventually come to moral decisions that will take you completely by surprise."
Morality
"If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay."
War
"His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep."
Mind
"War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner."
War
"You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from."
Fate
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