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Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
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I am the angel of reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
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Success as a result of industry is a peasant ideal.
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I like my philosophy smothered in beauty and not the opposite.
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Poetry is an effort of a dissatisfied man to find satisfaction through words.
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The soul, he said, is composed Of the external world.
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This is old song That will not declare itself...
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Death is the mother of beauty
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What is divinity if it can comeOnly in silent shadows and in dreams?
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She sang beyond the genius of the sea
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The thinking of art seems final when The thinking of god is smoky dew.
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The blue guitar And I are one.
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Place honey on the altars and die, You lovers that are bitter at heart.
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I play. But this is what I think.
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I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.
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We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues.
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Abysmal instruments make sounds like pips Of the sweeping meanings that we add to them.
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Without a name and nothing to be desired, If only imagined but imagined well.
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The first idea is an imagined thing.
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My dame, sing for this person accurate songs.
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The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains.
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Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end.
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Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not understand.
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The fluctuations of certainty, the change Of degrees of perception in the scholar's dark.
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A fictive covering Weaves always glistening from the heart and mind.
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The poem goes form the poet's gibberish to The gibberish of the vulgate and back again.
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He tries by a peculiar speech to speak The peculiar potency of the general
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It was enough for her that she remembered.
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Is it he or is it I that experience this?
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These external regions, what do we fill them with Except reflections
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One thing remaining, infallible, would be Enough.
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The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
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A grandiose subject is not an assurance of a grandiose effect but, most likely, of the opposite.
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Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.
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A poem should be a part of one's sense of life.
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A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.
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The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
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All history is modern history.
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The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
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Man is an eternal sophomore.
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The poet is a god, or, the young poet is a god. The old poet is a tramp.
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God is in me or else is not at all (does not exist).
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The world is a force not a presence.
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