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The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate.

Hilda Doolittle

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The things I have are nameless, old and true they may not be named few may live and know.
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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.
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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell I live I am alive.
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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.
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The whole white world is ours.
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War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
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