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T.S. Eliot

For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While… Continue reading T.S. Eliot

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Siegfried Sassoon

And it is the consciousness of our own humanity which makes us forgive others and become tender and tolerant toward them. In this moment, before I fall asleep, I remember that I must die, and be as if I had not been. In the living darkness before death we cling together and are kind to… Continue reading Siegfried Sassoon

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Derek Walcott

Bleecker Street, Summer Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor, for the eternal idleness of the imagined return, for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin! When I press summer dusks together, it is a month of street accordions and sprinklers laying… Continue reading Derek Walcott

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Emily Dickinson

Summer? My memory flutters — had I — was there a summer? — Emily Dickinson, from a letter to J. G. Holland, The Letters of Emily Dickinson. Edited by Mabel Loomis Todd ( (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, September 28, 2015)

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Anaïs Nin

When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving for beautiful things. — Anaïs Nin, Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939. (Harcourt; 1st edition, November 1996)

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Philip Booth

You’ve learned by now to wait without waiting; as if it were dusk look into light falling: in deep relief things even out. Be careless of nothing. See what you see. — Philip Booth, from “How to See Deer,” Lifelines: Selected Poems 1950-1999. (Penguin Books, October 1, 2000) Originally published 1999.

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