It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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