What can be explained is not poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSRose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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