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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself
For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Evening Life Morning Myself
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual

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