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The iron arc of the avoiding journey Curves back upon my weakness at the end; Whether the faint light spark against my face Or in the dark my sight hide from my sight, Centre and circumference are both my weakness.
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Paul Valery speaks of the 'une ligne donnee' of a poem. One line is given to the poet by God or by nature, the rest he has to discover for himself.
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Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
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Never being, but always at the edge of Being.
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So i learned both to accept myself and to aim beyond myself
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I think continually of those who were truly great...Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, and left the vivid air signed with their honor.
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Sometimes when I am writing, I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury, which is as yet empty of words.
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I think of those who were truly great. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
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All that you can imagine you already know.
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Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds, Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds, This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.
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What is precious is never to forget, The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs, Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth; Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light, Nor its grave evening demand for love; Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother, With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
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History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.
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No one Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally. Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man.
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Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.