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My River runs to thee— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply— Oh Sea—look graciously— I’ll fetch thee Brooks From spotted nooks— Say—Sea—Take Me!

Emily Dickinson

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" . . . write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endured . . . "

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Dickinson

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"For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes."

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?”

Fulton Sheen

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“Can I see another's woe,

And not be in sorrow too?

Can I see another's grief,

And not seek for kind relief?”

William Blake, from “On Another’s Sorrow”

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"When the wound is deep, the healing is heroic. Suffering and Ascendance require the same work."

Terrance Hayes, from "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

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". . . the poet is truly the thief of fire."

Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Paul Demeny, 15 May 1871

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“You have to really be broken in order to be a poet. It’s a very bad thing to tell a young person, but it’s true. Poetry comes out of all the places where you break.”

Alice Notley, from an interview with BOMB magazine, September 15, 2015

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". . . I also have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn’t enough, what is?"

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo, January 1874

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"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees."

William Blake, from a letter to Reverend John Trusler, August 1799

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"Love is the last light spoken."

Dylan Thomas, from "Ceremony After A Fire Raid"