A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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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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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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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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