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All writing is a form of prayer.

John Keats

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATS

Affection Heart Holy Imagination Myself Truth
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
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful One Liner Truth
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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Deep Melody Sweet
Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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Avoid Care Experience Mistake
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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Hands Herself Himself Kiss
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Attachment Invention Ourselves Separate World
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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Greatness Work
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Kill Liberty Love Memories Talk Touch

All writing is a form of prayer.

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