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"Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."
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"I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand."
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"Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together."
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"I was writing notes, but not composing poems. The Hunter began to develop out of this fragmented process."
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"I like Beethoven, especially the poems."
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"I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."
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"I liked the kid who wrote me that he had to do a term paper on a modern poet and he was doing me because, though they say you have to read poems twice, he found he could handle mine in one try."
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"On that other novels followed: but I still wrote fairy tales and dreamy poems of another world."
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"I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me."
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"By reason of weird translation, many such sets of instructions read like poems anyhow."
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"I like poems that are complex."
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"The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second."
Time
"It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality."
Reality
"The proper stuff of fiction does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon no perception comes amiss. And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her as well as honour and love her for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured."
Art
"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past."
Time
"I have lost friends some by death ... others by sheer inability to cross the street."
Friendship
"The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness."
Beauty
"They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say."
Dream
"Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified."
Truth
"Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going."
Creativity
"Your image has receded till it is like the thinnest shadow of the old moon... a thin silver edge appeared, and now you hang like a sickle over my life."
Romance
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