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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

E. E. Cummings

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
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
Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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Enough Life Sky Time Tree Yourself
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Alive Darkness Eyes Myself Sun
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
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
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Alive Yourself
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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Creation Deep Destroy Wisdom
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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Break Up Deep End Lose Myself Sea Yourself
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Fall In Love Yourself
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
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

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

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