You helpless, foolish man,
I love you all I can,
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breast forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flow.
They're too real to be a dream.
I am the color of wine, of tinta.
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here Where should we be today Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres
Sad friend, you cannot change.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
His eyes beseeched my
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
Think of the long trip home.
I do not care for such stupidity.
Icebergs behoove the soul (Both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.
The world is wide; it still extends.
Love should be put into action!
The iceberg cuts its facets from within; Like jewelry from a grave.
What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.
Man or beast, that's good manners.
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green.
You were good to me, and I love you,
But I'm a doomed man.
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
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