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"Late at night the noisy buildings around it died
, and only this willow went on living."

"Each word, being rooted in death, emerged sharply and with powerful significance against this dark, unmovable background."

"However, there was a clarity, like the clarity of a stream fed from melting snows, in the silence which rested between them."

"A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one-

Love, love, my season."

"My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart."

"Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?"

"habituated to be passed by as a shadow in Life's sunshine: it is a new thing to see one testily lifting his hand to screen his eyes because you tease him with an obtrusive ray."

"this cordiality belonged in no shape to me: it was a part of himself: it was the honey of his temper; it was the balm of his mellow mood[...]Does the nectarine love either the bee or bird it feeds? Is the sweetbriar enamoured of the air?"

"intolerable encroachments of despair [...]I used to feel it, like a baleful air or sigh, penetrate deep, and make motion pause at my heart,[..]The letter - the well-beloved letter- would not come"

"a subdued glow from the soul outward"

"But I was not only going to hide a treasure - I meant to bury a grief. [...] lingering, like any other mourner, beside a newly-solded grave. "

"a dell, deep-hollowed in forest secresy; it lies in dimness and mist: its herbage pale and humid. A storm makes a wide gap amongst the oak-trees; the breeze sweeps in; the sun looks down; the sad, cold dell, becomes a deep cup of lustre; high summer pours her blue glory and her golden light of that beauteous sky, which till now the starved hollow never saw. "

"Hate and Murder and Madness incarnate, she stood. "

"Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not hollow?"

"My calm little room seemed somehow like a cave in the sea[...]far, far off, like a tide retiring from a shore of the upper world- a world so high above that the rush of its largest waves, the dash of its fiercest breakers could sound down in this submarine home, only like murmurs and a lullaby. "

"too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder"

"galled was my inmost spirit with an unutterable sense of despair about the future. Motive there was none why I should try to recever or wish to live; and yet quite unendurable was the pitiless and haughty voice in which Death challenged me to engage his unknown terrors. "

"Besides, I seemed to hold two lives- the life of thought, and that of reality"

"In the double gloom of trees and fog[...] I believe I would have followed that frank tread, through continual night, to the world's end."

"While I waited, I would not reflect. I fixedly looked at the street-stones, where the door-lamp shone, and counted them, and noted their shapes, and the glitter of wet on their angles."

" His glance went from the damp wall to the tight-fast window of ground glass. That was as far as he could see. He knew that beyond the close-worked lattice of the window was a thick curtain of rain. [...] "Before the sun... at the top of a cliff at sunrise, while paying reverence to the sun... while looking down upon the sparkling sea, beneath a tall, noble pine... to kill myself." "

"In fact, what was poetry anyway, that embarrassing word? Could it be meeting when, by coincidence, a sudden rain fell over the city? Or perhaps, while having sodas together, they both looked simultaneously at a passing woman's face? or even running into each other on that old night of moon and wind? But they'd both already been born by the time the word poetry was being published with the greatest shamelessness"

"what the hell is tragedy? I am."

"So ironic: I pick up poetic identities of characters who commit suicide, adultery, or get murdered, and I believe completely in them for a while. What they say is True."

"On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels[..]saying over and over again: god is dead, god is dead."

"To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door. Yet there are moments when I could wish to be speared by a beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door, positively, once and for all."

"I am thrust back to stand burning in this clumsy, this ill-fitting body, to receive the shafts of his indifference and his scorn, I who long for marble columns and pools on the other side of the world where the shallow dips her wings."

"I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room."

"Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream."

"I see wild birds, and impluses wilder than the wildest birds strike from my wild heart."

"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me". "

"Now I will wrap my agony inside my pocket-handkerchief. It shall be screwed tight into a ball"

"But we are doomed, all of us, by the apple trees, by the immitigable tree which we cannot pass."

"All is soft and bending. [...] Out of me now my mind can pour."