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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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Carry Heart Myself Stars Wonder
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Bird Head Live Song
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Born Deep People Philosophy Thinking
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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Beautiful Question
Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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Forever Live Myself Smile True Love
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Break Myself Play Thinking Toy
Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Beyond Experience Eyes Happiness Myself Silence Touch Travel
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Brave Hell Mistake Nation Patriot
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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Fear Hope Love Silence Voice
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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Better Fate Kiss Wisdom
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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Art Break Deep Destruction Glory Goal Light Reality Secret White

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