Friends make pretence of following to the grave; But before one is in it, their minds are turned; And making the best of their way back to life; And living people and things they understand.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave; But before one is in it, their minds are turned; And making the best of their way back to life; And living people and things they understand.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
All thought is a feat of association having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.
They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
He knew a path that wanted walking He knew a spring that wanted drinking A thought that wanted further thinking
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
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