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John Keats

"But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves."

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"But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves."

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Asa Don Brown

"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."

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Asa Don Brown

"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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Asa Don Brown

"Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know."

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Asa Don Brown

"Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?"

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Asa Don Brown

"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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Asa Don Brown

"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."

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Asa Don Brown

"Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves."

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Asa Don Brown

"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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Asa Don Brown

"In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound."

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Asa Don Brown

"Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig."

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John Keats
"But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves."

Poetry

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John Keats
"I must choose between despair and Energy"�"�I choose the latter."

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John Keats
"I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource."

Mind

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John Keats
"There is a budding tomorrow in midnight."

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John Keats
"A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm."

Power

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John Keats
"To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind."

Love

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John Keats
"That men, who might have tower'd in the vanOf all the congregated world, to fanAnd winnow from the coming step of timeAll chaff of custom, wipe away all slimeLeft by men-slugs and human serpentry,Have been content to let occasion die,Whilst they did sleep in love's Elysium."

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John Keats
"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know."

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John Keats
"Failure ... is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid."

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John Keats
"I have clung To nothing, lov'd a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!"

Illusion

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