We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Père GoriotEscape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
The Poems Of Wilfred OwenPilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire.
Plainwater: Essays and PoetryEvery good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.
The Poet's Companion: A Guide To The Pleasures Of Writing PoetryAh me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
Poems of Christina RossettiThey are fond of fun and therefore witty, wit being well-bred insolence.
The Rhetoric & The Poetics of AristotleGive me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
TransformationsThis is how you get unstuck. You reach.
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