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Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
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
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
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 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
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
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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Acceptance Life Strength Yourself
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself
We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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Exploration Place Time Travel
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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