If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
The heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
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