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When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
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The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place.
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What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
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He says the best way out is always through. And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through.
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Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun.
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I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.
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I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
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Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!
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They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
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The sister's face Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility. She wanted to do right. She'd have to think.
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There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
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What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.
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Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.
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Create and stir other people to create.
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It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.
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All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
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Humor is the most engaging cowardice.
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The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
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To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.
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Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.