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| Art never improves, but . . . the material of art is never quite the same. | | Art | |
| Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended. | | Uncategorized | |
| At the first turning of the second stair / I turned and saw below / The same shape twisted on the banister. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Because I do not hope to turn again / Because I do not hope / Because I do not hope to turn. | | Uncategorized | |
| Between the idea / And the reality / Between the motion / And the act / Falls the Shadow. | | Uncategorized | |
| Birth, copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to the brass tacks. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind! take stone from stone and wash them. | | Uncategorized | |
| Donne, I suppose, was such another / Who found no substitute for sense. / To seize and clutch and penetrate; / Expert beyond experience. | | Uncategorized | |
| Each venture is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating in the general mess of imprecision of feeling. | | Adventure | |
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| Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. | | Uncategorized | |
| Footfalls echo in the memory/ Down the passage we did not take/ Towards the door we never opened/ Into the rose-garden | | Uncategorized | |
| For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded. | | Uncategorized | |
| For I have known them all already, know them all -- have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. | | Time | |
| For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. | | New Year | |
| For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business. | | Trying | |
| Friendship should be more than biting time can sever. | | Friendship | |
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