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It is the blankness that follows gaiety, and Everyman must depart Out there into stranded night, for his destiny...

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It is written in the Book of Usable Minutes That all things have their center in their dying....

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Is there anything To be serious about beyond this otherness...

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It is because everything is relative That we shall never see in that sphere of pure wisdom and...

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it is best then that the buried word remain buried for we were intended to appreciate only its fruits and not the secret principle activating ...

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Imagine a painter crucified by his subject!

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I remember meeting you in a dark dream Of April, you or some girl, The necklace of wishes alive and breathing around your throat.

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I could say it's the happiest period of my life. It hasn't got much competition!

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How could he explain to them his prayer That nature, not art, might unsurp the canvas?

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How much longer will I be able to inhabit the divine sepulcher Of life, my great love?

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For later in the vast gloom of cities, only there you learn How the ideas were good only because they had to die,...

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For these are moments only, moments of insight, And there are reaches to be attained,...

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For this is action, this is not being sure, this careless Preparing, sowing the seeds crooked in the furrow,...

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For what Is remarkable about our chronic reverie (a watch...

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Everything is being blown away; A little horse trots with a letter in its mouth, which is read with eagerness...

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Extreme patience and persistence are required, Yet everybody succeeds at this before being handed...

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Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living. The night is cold and delicate and full of angels...

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But it is the same thing we are all seeing, Our world. Go after it,...

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As words go crying after themselves, leaving the dream Upended in a puddle somewhere As though 'dead' were just another adjective.

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At first it was as though you had passed, But then no, I said, he is still here, Forehead refreshed.

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Another time I go outside Into the world. It rocks on and on. It was rocking before I saw it And is presumably doing so still.

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And of the other things death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.

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And suddenly, to be dying Is not a little or mean or cheap thing, Only wearying, the heat unbearable ...

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And the serial continues: Pain, expiation, delight, more pain,...

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And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns...

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All of our lives is a rebus Of little wooden animals painted shy, Terrific colors, magnificent and horrible, Close together.

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A moment that gave not only itself, but Also the means of keeping it, of not turning to dust...

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'This is what my learning Teaches,' the Aquarian said, 'To absorb life through the pores For the life around you is dead.'

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'We, we children, why our lives are circumscribed, circumferential; Close, too close to the center....'

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... like a Wave on a beach, that thinks it's had this...

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