He cannot live and last in a poem; he lives and lasts in the world.
Buonaparte, Hölderlin
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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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