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Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common ...

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That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should...

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Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I k...

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Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but ...

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Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly m...

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Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,you have vines and stars in your hair,

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form y...

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Pablo NerudaThen Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

you, my friend, could be the smoke’s daughter,you who may not have known you were born of fire and r...

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Pablo NerudaThen Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: "It's over---," even when from the stage ...

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If someone asks you why you're oppressing a world and you reply with a lot of poetic crap, no. I gue...

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Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.

I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I wr...

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and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more tha...

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The displacement of water is equal to the something of something.

Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room...

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Yukio MishimaThe Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea

There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.

When I look at my life and at the secret color which it has, I feel as if tears were trembling in my...

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If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," I...

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Don’t take yourself too seriously. Take yourself as seriously as death itself. Don’t worry. Worry yo...

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The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.

Don Ricardo wanted a successor worthy of himself. Jorge would always be cocooned in the privileges o...

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Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about grav...

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Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m strickenby the ricochet wonder of it all: the plaineverything...

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The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancien...

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To feel everything in every way; to be able to think with the emotions and feel with the mind; not t...

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REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed i...

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REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed i...

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REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed i...

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REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed i...

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The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can ho...

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I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnes...

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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til...

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I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He ...

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from under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won’t let go.

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Margaret AtwoodMorning in the Burned House

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling fro...

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The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of th...

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One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both...

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