“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.” T. S. Eliot
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And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
- Raymond Carver
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where was the wisdom when I was in the flood / stroking waters against the gutter
turned kitchen things, like empty bottles / and broken springs / to floating castles and fairy wings
Song of girl wakes the world / Be kind, boy pleads with God and sky / As rare as a rainbow pearl / Shooting star smiles and waves goodbye
With copper arms and diamond teeth she wades into / This dream of boulevards and dried up streams
calling out to the ocean to safeguard / the heavy scent of your copihues, / the chicken to your hen, and I thank you / for the lessons of vermilion and tangerine
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