I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry
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Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset _x000D_ (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
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-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.
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all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
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Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
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(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
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And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
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Nothing recedes like progress.
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Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?
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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
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The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
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Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
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wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.
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Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
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Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.
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may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
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