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All writing is a form of prayer.

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
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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Leaving Rose Togetherness
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.
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Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
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Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
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
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
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
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Kiss Romance Yourself
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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Deep Melody Sweet
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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Forever Silence Thinking

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