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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Creative Habitually Lucky People
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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Childhood Doorway Full Met Mind Open People Since World
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Before Bloom Come Seed Through
“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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Ever Miraculous Say See Spider Try Web
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Comfort Familiar Kitchen Morning Most Night Sound Till
I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Amd Lose Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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Communication Establish One Problem Self Whole
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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Around Barn Bird Day Early Everywhere Field House Jubilee Summer Swamp Time Wood
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Alert Condition Demand Finally Ideal Mind Produce Read Sort Under Work
Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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Practice Silly Think Thought Unjust Way Write
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Encourage Go Know Still Where
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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Become Comb Consider Country Family Few Hour Pajama Separate Toothbrush

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

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