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Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and
A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)
We took up our positions, in obedience to instructions.
When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed
The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him
Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe
What profession is more trying than that of author? After you finish
There will be time to murder and create.
The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food:
Do I dare disturb the universe?
Part of the challenge of being an entrepreneur, if you’re going for
I just don’t want to be rapping forever. I love it, but
I get really starstruck and tongue tied when I’m around other writers
God is a specialist when the anguish is deep. His ability to
I hate big government, but I really hate a government that doesn’t
The primacy of the word, basis of the human psyche
All in their lifetime carve their own soul’s statue.
An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.