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What can be explained is not poetry.

William Butler Yeats

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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Art Change Heart Work
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Beginning Friendship Glory Man Myself Thinking
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Believe Memories Myself Nature
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Close Key Uncertain
Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Brief Delight Dreams Kind Love
In dreams begins responsibility.
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Beginning Dreams Inspirational One Liner Possible
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Dreams Feet Myself Poor
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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Contrary Greatness Mystery Past Power Pretend World
I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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Heart Rose Time
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink
There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hide Perspective World
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Earth Existence Feet Ourselves True
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Dreams Round Yourself
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest

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