... A stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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I want what world there is behind your eyes
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