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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.

Boris Pasternak

No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
No bad man can be a good poet.
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Bad Goodness Man One Liner Poet
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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Freedom Light Myself People
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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Fate Feeling Heart Myself Sensitive
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild
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.
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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Death Failure Love Murder One Liner
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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Moments Oneself
It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object
I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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Boredom Complication Death Impression Need
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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Alone Isolation Moments Woman
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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Hate Love Yourself
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying

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