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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

E. E. Cummings

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Creation Obsession Poet Writing
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Fall In Love Yourself
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Beautiful Earth Love Sky
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Alive Yourself
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
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
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
Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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Equality Existence Mortal
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
I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Beautiful Fear Love Moon Myself Relationship Secret Sing Sun True World
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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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Alive Darkness Eyes Myself Sun

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

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