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The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

Robert Graves

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight
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Culture Dream Fight Hate Light Machine Men Passion Root Vision
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave ‘s narrowness, though not its peace.
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Art Calm Dark Happiness Knowledge Positive Shine Smile Space Top
Love at first sight’some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This also Catches fiercely at the surprised heart So that the cheek blanches then blushes.
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Crowd Desire Discovery Fire Goal Heart Hide Life Rise Sight Street Want Won
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Affection Betrayal Child Children Family Feeling God Husband Mother Motherhood Sacrifice Song Soul
One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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Crowd Desire Fire Goal Grieving Heart Hide Life Rise Street Want Won
Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.
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Culture Dream Fight Hate Light Machine Passion Root Vision
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
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One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors.
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Color Experience Heart Oneself Pattern
No honest theologian therefore can deny that his acceptance of Jesus as Christ logically binds every Christian to a belief in reincarnation – in Elias case (who was later John the Baptist) at least.
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Acceptance Belief Himself Honesty Logic
Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.
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The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he really is very good, in spite of all the people who say he is very good.
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Goodness Himself Literature Remark
Never use the word ‘audience.’ The very idea of a public, unless the poet is writing for money, seems wrong to me. Poets don’t have an ‘audience’. They’re talking to a single person all the time.
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Blow Bow Champion Hobby Idea Reading Reward Talk Tide Wind Won Writing
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Fall Flashback Lost Deep Memory Past Revenge Strong Success
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Famous Writer Immature Mission One Liner Perfect Personal Poetry Rare Reveal Secret Writing
You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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Class Human Being Inequality Mean Middle People Times Like These Understand Wealth
There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
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Change Flashback Happy Joy Life Moment Movement Sea Summer Weather Wind

The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

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