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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

A. E. Housman

I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
White in the moon the long road lies.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

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