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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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Answer Awake Myself Night Old Question Right Sick
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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Action Change Creation Intellectual Love
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Beautiful Myself Old Water
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Empty Opinion Soul
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
It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Battle Courage Darkness Fight Society Soldier Soul
Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Cry Explanation Teaching
When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Better Call Connection Dance Togetherness
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Break Center Hold
What can be explained is not poetry.
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Explanation One Liner Poetry
Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Brief Delight Dreams Kind Love
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom

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