Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
BORIS PASTERNAKPoetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
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The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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