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There is a great deal of poetry

And fine sentiment

In a chest of tea.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson,

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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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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

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There’s something strange and powerful

About black-and-white imagery.

Stefan Kanfer

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I believe the nicest and sweetest days

Are not those on which

Anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens,

But just those that bring simple little pleasures,

Following one another softly,

Like pearls slipping off a string.

L. M. Montgomery

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Dear Monet

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Too many times we stand aside

And let the waters slip away

‘Til what we put off ’til tomorrow

It has now become today

So don’t you sit upon the shoreline

And say you’re satisfied

Choose to chance the rapids

And dare to dance that tide

Garth Brooks – The River

Just Me

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