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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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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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Fantasy Myself Sing Thinking
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
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
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Communication Poetry Understand

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