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With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

Gwendolyn Brooks

When I start writing a poem, I don’t think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
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Poem Start Thinking World Writing
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
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Myself Talk Writing
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don’t pay attention ’cause it probably has floated into somebody else’s head.
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Attention Float Head Poet Yourself
There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
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Guide Lost Magic Scream Time
Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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Life Perfume Sweet
I believe we should all know each other, we human carriers of so many pleasurable differences. To not know is to doubt, to shrink from, sidestep or destroy.
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Believe Destroy Difference Doubt Each Other Happiness Human
One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.
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Animal Cat Happiness Media News Reason
A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
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Education Enough Inspirational Possible Writing
There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
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Insurance Man Oneself White
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
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Love Myself See Sight
I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.
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Deep God Lonely Love Master Thinking
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
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Art Material Translation World
People are so in need, in need of help. People want so much that they do not know.
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Help Knowledge Need People
To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
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Hand Lights Love Touch Yourself
Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
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Day Night Yourself
And if sun comes how shall we greet him? shall we not dread him, shall we not fear him after so lengthy a session with shade?
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Come Fear Greet Himself Session Sun

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

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