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What is more important to a library than anything else -- than everything else -- is the fact that it exists.
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libraries
reading
knowledge
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A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-- A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs, Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind-- A poem should be motionl..
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A poem should not mean But be.
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There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was,
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Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.
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death
mother-goose-s-garland
vertigo
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And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night
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poem
poetry
death
night
poet
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You wanted justice ,didn't you?There isn't any...there is only love." - J.B's wife"
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It is colder now, There are many stars, We are drifting North by the Great Bear, The leaves are falling, The water is stone in the scooped rocks, To southward Red sun grey air: The crows are Slow on their crooked wings, The jays have left us: Long since we passed the flares of Orion. Each man believes in his heart he will die. Many have written last thoughts and last letters. None know if our deaths are now or forever: None know if this wan..
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poetry
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Tell me, my patient friends, awaiters of messages. From what other shore, from what stranger, Whence, was the word to come? Who was to lesson you? Listeners under a child's crib in a manger, Listeners once by the oracles, now by the transoms, Whom are you waiting for? Who do you think will explain? Listeners thousands of years and still no answer-- Writers at night to Miss Lonely-Hearts, awkward spellers, Open your eyes! There is only earth..
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When he was seventy-four years old the Cretan novelist Nikos Kazantzakis began a book. He called it Report to Greco... Kazantzakis thought of himself as a soldier reporting to his commanding officer on a mortal mission--his life. ... Well, there is only one Report to Greco, but no true book... was ever anything else than a report. ... A true book is a report upon the mystery of existence... it speaks of the world, of our life in the world. ..
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libraries
library
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At Ghent the wind rose. There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows
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If God is God He is not good, If God is good He is not God; Take the even, take the odd....
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religion
the-problem-of-evil
logical-thinking
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What surf Of what far sea upon what unknown ground
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Archibald MacLeish |
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A poem should not meanBut be.
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Archibald MacLeish |
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What is more important in a library than anything else -- is the fact that it exists.
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Archibald MacLeish |
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If God is God, he is not good. If God is good, he is not God.
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