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my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom
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Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of
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the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of day tortured in gold
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So truly perfectly the skies by merciful love whispered were,
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god's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word; so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon) resembles something that has not occurred: i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kiss without lips;a prayer lacking any knees but something beats within my shirt to prove he is undead who living noone is. I have never loved you dear as now i love.
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for every mile the feet go the heart goes nine
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in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whi..
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guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
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sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas
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let's start a magazine to hell with literature we want something redblooded lousy with pure reeking with stark and fearlessly obscene but really clean get what I mean let's not spoil it let's make it serious something authentic and delirious you know something genuine like a mark in a toilet graced with guts and gutted with grace
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if i or anybody don't know where it her his my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger i say to hell with that i say that doesn't matter) but if somebody or you are beautiful or deep or generous what i say is whistle that sing that yell that spell that out big (bigger than cosmic rays w ar earthquakes famine or the ex prin..
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i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
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losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine, beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars
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Me up at does out of the floor quietly Stare a poisoned mouse still who alive is asking What
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up into the the silence the green silence with a white earth in it you will (kiss me)go out into the morning the young morning with a warm world in it (kiss me)you will go on into the sunlight the fine sunlight with a firm day in it you will go(kiss me down into your memory and
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a pretty girl, who naked is is worth a million statues
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It is always ourselves we find in the seas.
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i St ep into the not merely immeasurable into the mightily alive the dear beautiful eternal night
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Ako ne mozhesh da iadesh shche triabva da pushish a niamame nishcho za pushene:khaide khlape da zaspivame veche ako ne mozhesh da pushish shche triabva da Peesh a niamame nishcho za peene; khaide khlape da zaspivame veche ako ne mozhesh da peesh shche triabva da umresh a niamame Nishcho za umirane,khaide khlape da zaspivame veche ako ne mozhesh da umresh shche triabva da mechtaesh a niamame nishcho za mechtaene(khaide khlape Da zaspivame ve..
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nothing" the unjust man complained "is just" ("or un-" the just rejoined."
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When to me you leap and I'm born we
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though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
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wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelid's flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms
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i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight
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May picked up a smooth round stone, As small as a world and as large as alone.
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when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge an..
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something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace
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o pr gress verily thou art m mentous superc lossal hyperpr digious etc i kn w
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and what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy
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Simple people, people who don't exist, prefer things which don't exist,simple things. "Good" and "bad" are simple things. You bomb me = "bad." I bomb you = "good." Simple people (who,incidentally,run this socalled world)know this(they know everything)whereas complex people--people who feel something--are very,very ignorant and really don't know anything.
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a moon swims out of a cloud a clock strikes midnight
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dont get me wrong oblivion I never loved you kiddo you that was always sticking around spoiling me for everyone else telling me how it would make you nutty if I didnt let you go the distance and I gave you my breasts to feel didnt I and my mouth to kiss O I was too good to you oblivion old kid thats all and when I might have told you to go ahead and croak yourselflike you was always threatning you are are going to do ..
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