You are silent and suffer in patience, and they do not understand you, holy being! You wilt away and are silent, for, oh, in vain among barbarians you seek your own kind in the sunlight.
Diotima, 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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