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Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.
What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the read more
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
