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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.

E. E. Cummings

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Breathe Laughter Love Myself Reason
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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Creation Existence Experience Movement Poet Possible
Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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Afraid Dare Kiss Sky
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Goodness Let Go Listening Universe
Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Art God Poetry Writing
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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Dreams Forever God Nature Sky Spirit Thankful Tree
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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Brave Hell Mistake Nation Patriot
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Artist Description Difference Feeling Man
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Fall In Love Yourself
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Laughter Open Yourself

Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.

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