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  • #1
    Donald Barthelme
    “Write about what you're afraid of.”
    Donald Barthelme

  • #2
    E.E. Cummings
    “nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
    e.e. cummings

  • #3
    E.E. Cummings
    “Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #4
    W.B. Yeats
    “And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”
    William Butler Yeats

  • #5
    W.B. Yeats
    “Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #6
    W.B. Yeats
    “When you are old and grey and full of sleep
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep”
    W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #7
    W.B. Yeats
    “Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

  • #8
    W.B. Yeats
    “WINE comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That's all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and sigh.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #9
    W.B. Yeats
    “The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.”
    William Butler Yeats

  • #10
    W.B. Yeats
    “My wretched dragon is perplexed.”
    William Butler Yeats



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