There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

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There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

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So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.
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Heaven Hell Kill Walk
No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
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Noble Poetic Saying Widely
If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.
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Accept Becoming Honor Perfect
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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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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Dark Top
About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.

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About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.
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Bold Gentleman Leader Return Saint Year
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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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 Discovery Goal Rise Won
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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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
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

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Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
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Idea Inspiration Motivation Mud Obscure Poison Saying Shakespeare
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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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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Flashback Happy Moment Summer Weather
To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.
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Impress Profession Saying Wide
No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.

ROBERT GRAVES

No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
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Noble Poetic Saying Widely
The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.

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The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.
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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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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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Betrayal Child Motherhood
If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.

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If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.
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Accept Becoming Honor Perfect
Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves.

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Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves.
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Fancy Humorous Impress Noble Saying Widely
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

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We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Cruelty Fall Past

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