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Memories…

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There is a great deal of poetry

And fine sentiment

In a chest of tea.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Letters and Social Aims

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Words are things,

And a small drop of ink,

Falling like dew upon a thought,

Produces that which makes thousands,

Perhaps millions,

* Think *

Lord Byron

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Colors,

Like features

Follow the changes of the emotions.

Pablo Picasso

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Bring Me the Sunflower

Bring me the sunflower so I can transplant it

Here in my own field burned by salt-spray,

So it can show all day to the blue reflection of the sky

The anxiety of its golden face.

Darker things yearn for a clarity,

Bodies fade and exhaust themselves in a flood

Of colors, as colors do in music. To vanish,

Therefore, is the best of all good luck.

Bring me the plant that leads us

Where blond transparencies rise up

And life evaporates like an essence;

Bring me the sunflower sent mad with light.

Eugenio Montale

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In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,

But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Rumi