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Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.

Robert Graves

We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Fall Flashback Lost Deep Memory Past Revenge Strong Success
No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
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Beautiful Dream Effect Fact Impressive Noble Poet Poetic Poetry Result Saying Simplicity Widely
No honest theologian therefore can deny that his acceptance of Jesus as Christ logically binds every Christian to a belief in reincarnation – in Elias case (who was later John the Baptist) at least.
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Acceptance Belief Himself Honesty Logic
Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.
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Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.
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For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine processes of thought and leaps straight from problem to answer.
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Aware Cutting Day Habitual Intuition Overcome Power Routine
In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.
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Amateur Game Sports Status Strict
For words of rapture groping, they”Never such love,” swore “ever before was!”
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Difficult Literature Torture Word
The gas-cylinders had by this time been put into position on the front line. A special order came round imposing severe penalties on anyone who used any word but “accessory” in speaking of the gas. This was to keep it secret, but the French civilians knew all about the scheme long before this.
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Bow Champion Frustrate Long Order Reward Success Tear War Wind Won
Never use the word ‘audience.’ The very idea of a public, unless the poet is writing for money, seems wrong to me. Poets don’t have an ‘audience’. They’re talking to a single person all the time.
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Blow Bow Champion Hobby Idea Reading Reward Talk Tide Wind Won Writing
Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.
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One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost’s poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!
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Accept Art Chance Confused Control Fate Good Luck Lucky Moon Sad Soul
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Famous Writer Immature Mission One Liner Perfect Personal Poetry Rare Reveal Secret Writing
As you are woman, so be lovely: As you are lovely, so be various, Merciful as constant, constant as various, So be mine, as I yours for ever.
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Love Mercy Myself Woman
Love at first sight’some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This also Catches fiercely at the surprised heart So that the cheek blanches then blushes.
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Crowd Desire Discovery Fire Goal Heart Hide Life Rise Sight Street Want Won
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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Destiny Irrelevant Love Philosophy Poet Question
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave ‘s narrowness, though not its peace.
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Art Calm Dark Happiness Knowledge Positive Shine Smile Space Top
Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild I’d love to be a Fairy’s child.
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Attack Bells Children Consequence Foam History Humanity Kingdom Rule Running Sanity Slave Strong
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
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The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Affection Betrayal Child Children Family Feeling God Husband Mother Motherhood Sacrifice Song Soul
She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.
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Action Blow Bow Champion Discuss Girl Night Reward Tide War Wind Won
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
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Fall Flower Heaven Journey Life Luck Proud Sleep Spark Waiting
I don’t really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn’t create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people.
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Beautiful Effect Impress Impressive Noble People Poet Poetry Relation Result Saying Simplicity Widely
New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.
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Beginning Hide Love Return
Love at first sight’some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This also Catches fiercely at the surprised heart So that the cheek blanches then blushes.
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Crowd Desire Discovery Fire Goal Heart Hide Life Rise Sight Street Want Won
Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves.
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Fancy Ourselves Philosopher Poetry Practice

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