If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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