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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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Garden Memories Rose
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Myself Photograph Suffering
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Evening Life Morning Myself
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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Deep Different Experience Missing
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose

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