I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSA 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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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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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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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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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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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