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So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.

Robert Graves

So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.
ROBERT GRAVES

Heaven Hell Kill Walk
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Famous Writer Mission One Liner Personal Rare Reveal Secret Writing
I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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Fate Myself Protest Struggle
Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.
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Being True Certitude Charm Inspiration Love Luck Motivation One Liner Reason Sports True Vision
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
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
Profession, Condition, Poet, Wide, Beautiful, Impressive, Poetry, Effect, Saying, Result, Impress
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Beautiful Break Condition Effect English Grammar Impressive Poet Poetry Profession Result Saying Wide
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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Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
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Change Eye Flashback Happy Life Men Moment Movement Rain Summer Weather
Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.
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Connect Experiment Field Language Link Motivation Poet Practical Risk Scientist Success Theory
The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.
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Always Freedom Gem God Granted Heart Independence Pure Soul Taken True
To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.
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Condition Poet Profession
If I thought that any poem of mine could have been written by anyone else, either a contemporary or a forerunner, I should suppress it with a blush; and I should do the same if I ever found I were imitating myself. Every poem should be new, unexpected, inimitable, and incapable of being parodied.
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Blow Champion Hobby Idea Reading Reward Talk Unexpected Wind Won Writing
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
Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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Animal Aware Bird Book Breed Cat Children Dog Fact Kid Knowledge Universal
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

So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.

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So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You’ll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you’ve read.

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