Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason outselves into it.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Have not all races had their first unity from a mythology that marries them to rock and hill?
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick.
Things said or done long years ago,Or things I did not do or sayBut thought that I might say or do,Weigh me down, and not a dayBut something is recalled,My conscience or my vanity appalled.
Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
In dreams begin responsibility.
I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.
Does the imagination dwell the most upon a woman won or a woman lost?
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