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The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
A. E. Housman
God
He
Keep
Laws
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A. E. Housman
Ale
Drink
Lad
Shoulder
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
A. E. Housman
Again
Cannot
Come
Content
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
A. E. Housman
Ale
Angry
Bear
Drink
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Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
A. E. Housman
Am
Bleed
Cannot
Deed
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
A. E. Housman
Could
Define
More
Poetry
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Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
Malcolm De Chazal
Women
Make
Poets
Children
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The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.
Mahmoud Darwish
Poem
Hands
Run
Stories
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One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.
Mahmoud Darwish
One-day
Poet
Depend
Water
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For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
Mahmoud Darwish
Essential
Poet
Have
Toast
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Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last poem to my wife's heart. They laughed, and took from me only the words dedicated to my wife's heart.
Mahmoud Darwish
Time
Poem
Kill
Slowly
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In poetry, only emotion endures.
X. J. Kennedy
Poetry
Emotion
Endures
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A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason.
Margaret Atwood
Built
Evolved
Failures
Process
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Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.
Margaret Atwood
Ancient
Did
Find
Meaning
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Gladdest
Under
Sun
Touch
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
One
Night
Dark
Face
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Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Gently
Beautiful
Kind
Intelligent
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Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cruel
Heart
Song
Reading-eyes
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To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Young
Poet
Bird
Wing
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Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line....
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Friend
Forget
Fain
Beauty
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Lay
Me
Long-grass
Eyes
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She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Learned
Hands
Fairy-tale
Valentine
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I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Saw
Heard
Past
Present
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But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
You
Young
Sweet
Fair
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I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Fingers
Alive
Rain
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But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Roaring
Fire
Warmth
Boiling
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Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching
Heart
Sorrow
Words
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Breath
Dying-lilies
Haunted
Twilight
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About the trees my arms I wound; Like one going mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Trees
Hugged
Ground
Quivering
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Darkness
Do
Wise
Lovely
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And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Die
Beloved
Dust
Beauty
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Along my body, waking while I sleep, Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow, The scar of this encounter like a sword
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Body
Sleep
Kiss
Snow
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The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Cash
Ends
Family
First
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Johnny Drille
Lights
Guide
Home
Ignite
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Eduardo Galeano
Grape
Wine
Words
Tell
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When you write ,it's like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring then unity.
Edwidge Danticat
Write
Handful
Unruly
Strands
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So much had fallen into the sea. Hats fell in to the sea. Hearts fell into the sea. So much had fallen into the sea
Edwidge Danticat
Fallen
Sea
Hearts
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Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.
Edwidge Danticat
Here
Sky
Moon
Stars
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Two mountains can never meet but perhaps you and I can meet again. I am coming to your waterfall
Edwidge Danticat
Mountains
Meet
Waterfall
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Our fatigue limited our desire to talk. Besides, each person's story did nothing except bring you closer to your own pain.
Edwidge Danticat
Fatigue
Desire
Story
Closer
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I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Star
Shrouded
Heavens
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The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.
Qiu Xiaolong
Deep
String
Touched
Moment
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Nick Hornby
Attention
Draws
Itself
Produce
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Earth's crammed
Heaven
Shoes
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My sun set
Rise again
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The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Cares
Fretted me
Fields
Sea
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My patience
Dreadful
Monument
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Measure
Work
Labor
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Light
Tears come
Failing
Hot
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Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Answer
Last night
Colors
Candle light
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