"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
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Long after you have swung back
away from me
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Two girls discover
the secret of life
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Since I stroll in the woods more often
than on this frequented path, it's usually
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This is the year the old ones,
the old great ones
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There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but
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When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
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An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
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Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
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Innocent decision: to enjoy.
And the pathos
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I was welcomed here—clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
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After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones
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"I am a landscape," he said.
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
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Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
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O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings
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High, hollowed in green
above the rocks of reason
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Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return
to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair
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Some people,
no matter what you give them,
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Rose Red's hair is brown as fur
and shines in firelight as she prepares
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I like to find
what's not found
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As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
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Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the
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Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
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An absolute
patience.
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The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
That's why the taste of it
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Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
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From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
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Bricks of the wall,
so much older than the house -
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In the Japanese tongue of the mind's eye one two syllable word tells of the fringe of rain clinging to the eaves and of the grey-green fronds of wild parsley.
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Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
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