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That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.
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A turning point in modern history.
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The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.
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If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
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I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
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A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.
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Let those possess the land, and only those, Who love it with a love so strong and stupid That they may be abused and taken advantage of And made fun of by business, law, and art....
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Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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Let cloud shapes swarm, / Let chaos storm, / I wait for form.
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Let's get my incantation right: "I wish I may, I wish I might" Give earth another satellite.
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Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
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Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.
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As a confirmed astronomer I'm always for a better sky.
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Live and let live, believe and let believe. 'Twas said the lesser gods were only traits Of the one awful God. Just so the saints Are God's white light refracted into colors.
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If one by one we counted people out.
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A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
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Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
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If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.
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If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
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Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
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I came from a very intellectual neighborhood. When we played cowboys and Indians as kids, I had to be Gandhi.
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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.