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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

E. E. Cummings

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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Deep Happiness Life Live Nature Transformation Wisdom Young
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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Beyond Experience Eyes Happiness Myself Silence Touch Travel
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
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
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
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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Break Up Deep End Lose Myself Sea Yourself
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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Carry Heart Myself Stars Wonder
The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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Fight Hard Live Man Try World Yourself
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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Born Freedom Perfection Present Theory Truth
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Alone Deep Love One Liner Sun
Someone 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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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Bird Heart Live Man Old Secret Sing
Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Art God Poetry Writing
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Choice Friendship Goodness Myself Worth

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

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