There are teeth marks
on everything he loves.
from ‘The Thorn Merchant’ by Yusef Komunyakaa
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though my heels press my own wet life
black, dark to purple,
on the smooth rose-streaked
threshold of her pavement.
from ‘Amaranth’ by H.D.
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Clearly, the artiste knew that in certain roles there is an interest which outlasts the novelty of their first appearances, or the success of their revivals, and that her own interpretation made them into museum-pieces, which it might be instructive to display again to a generation who had once admired her in them, or to reveal to another which had not.
from In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust
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All'alba vincerò!
Vincerò! Vincerò!
from Nessun Dorma
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None shall sleep,
None shall sleep!
Even you, oh Princess,
In your cold room,
Watch the stars,
That tremble with love
And with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
My name no one shall know,
No… no…
On your mouth, I will tell it,
When the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win!
I will win!
I will win!
from Nessun Dorma
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Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
from A3.s4 of King Lear by William Shakespeare
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Our desires lack an inner music.
from ‘Tale’ by Arthur Rimbaud
translated by Wyatt Mason
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From the
Smile
Of the moon that watches me write
from ‘Night Watch’ by Guillaume Apollinaire
translated by Beverly Bie Brahic
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You are not my blood anymore.
from ‘I Give You Back’ by Joy Harjo
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—in the beginning of love, our time is spent not in finding out what love is made of, but in trying to make sure we can see each other tomorrow; and at the end of love, you do not try to ascertain the nature of your sorrow, but only to voice it in what you hope is its tenderest form to her who is the cause of it. You say things you feel the need to say and which she will not understand.
from In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust
translated by James Grieve
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But it won't be that way,
I'm sane,
normal again;
from Sigil by HD
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Fear of freedom is nothing more than fear of the void.
from The Captive Mind by Czeslaw Milosz
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We drank three bottles of the champagne and the count left the basket in my kitchen. We dined at a restaurant in the Bois. It was a good dinner. Food had an excellent place in the count’s values. So did wine. The count was in fine form during the meal. So was Brett. It was a good party.
from The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
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there must be voices somewhere.
from ‘The Poet’ by H.D.
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—Expression,
The touch or look or word, will little avail.
The brawniest will not beat back the storm
Nor the heaviest haul your little boy from harm.
from ‘looking’ by Gwendolyn Brooks.
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fleas, lice,
a horse pissing
by my pillow
Bashō (via we503)
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From the wound of my enemy that thrust me through
in the dark wood
I arose; with sweat on my lip and the wild woodgrasses
in my spur
I arose and stood.
But never did I arise from loving her.
from ‘Aubade’ by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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