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You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.

Boris Pasternak

The unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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Beyond Country Death Equality Myself
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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Death Life Lose Necessary
Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Finding Herself Move Stand Stop
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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Discussion Necessary Poetry Simplicity Talk
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Adventure Greatness Hero Madness Woman
In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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Age Change Discover Existence Guest Ourselves Science Security Travel War World
He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.
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Existence Himself Inheritance Love People Remember
And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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Act Circumstance Hope Misfortune Remember
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Conscience Embrace Fear Live
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.

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