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I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
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The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
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The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
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College is a refuge from hasty judgment.
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Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.
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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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It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
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Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.
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Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
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He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
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God once declared He was true And then took the veil and withdrew....
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Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materialism too much. Create and stir other people to create!
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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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.
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The artist in me cries out for design.
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But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
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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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For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be 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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What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.
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So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.
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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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I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.