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"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
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"The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys."
Soul
"Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things."
Imagination
"Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness."
Religion
"When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem."
Argument
"Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon."
Nothing
"Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim."
Change
"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
Soul
"O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
Hope
"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."
Darkness
"Fear not for the future, weep not for the past."
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"You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!"
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"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."
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"Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others."
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"I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For if of these fallen petalsOne to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand."
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"Deep down there is a rose in every heart."
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"At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ..."
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"You know the way of the wind in the night-the desolate alleys my soul takes."
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"The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away."
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"On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
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"Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet."
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