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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

T. S. Eliot

Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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Fear Greatness Moments Myself See
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
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
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
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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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
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
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
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
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
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

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