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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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Experience Reality
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
All writing is a form of prayer.
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One Liner Prayer Writing
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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Fragile Life Tree Way
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
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Beautiful Death Friendship Immortal Memories Myself Principle Proud Remember Time Work
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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Beautiful Consider Greatness Poet
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
I have so much of you in my heart.
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Heart Love Relationship Yourself
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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Art Bed Flower Head Myself
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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History Law Monster Natural Thinking
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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Art Excellence Inspirational Intense Motivational Myself One Liner
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Day End Sweet

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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