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A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ------------------------ America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still. ------------------------ Be of love a little more careful than of anything. ------------------------ Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink. ------------------------ I imagine that yes is the only living thing. ------------------------ I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. |
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Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! ------------------------ All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell. Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell. ------------------------ As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. ------------------------ Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ------------------------ But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood. ------------------------ But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead. ------------------------ By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. ------------------------ For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these are so gay, - Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way. |
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