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8/17/2019 Nice Phrases

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Easy consolation, equipment for living (Kenneth Burke)

Busy oblivion,

What ought a poem to be? Anser, a sad and angry consolation! ("eo#rey $ill)

%her & long ha' learne' to lack ($ar'y)

tark on the open el' the moonlight fell,

But the oak tree*s sha'o as 'eep an' black an' secret as a ell! (+illay)

elflove is an en'ing, she sai',

an' not a beginning! -ove means love

of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing! (Bringhurst)

.he summer that my mother fell

&nto the hole that as herself (Belle /an'all)

-iterary e0perience heals the oun', ithout un'ermining the privilege, of

in'ivi'uality! (1!! -eis)

1ompose in 'arkness!

E0pect aurora borealis

in the long foray

but no casca'e of light! ($eaney)

An' yet, the ays e miss our lives are life! (/an'all 2arrell)

the only thing that oul' grieve ith me! (-isel +ueller)

u''enly & reali3e

.hat if & steppe' out of my bo'y & oul' break

&nto blossom! (2ames Wright)

A0ioms in philosophy are not a0ioms until they are prove' upon our pulses4 (Keats)

5rom her & learne' all the nuances of neverness (Wiman)

an' somehere behin' your eyes

& fall in fragments aay4 (Wiman)

& have outalke' the furthest city light! (5rost)

& have stoo' still an' stoppe' the soun' of feet (5rost)


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$e aske' ith the eyes more than the lips (5rost)

Ah, hen to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

.o go ith the 'rift of things,

.o yiel' ith a grace to reason,

An' bo an' accept the en'

6f a love or a season? (5rost)

the har' carapace of our consciousness (Wiman)

/etar' the sun ith gentle mist (5rost)

%ho a han'

hel' overlong or a ga3e anchore'

in someone*s eyes coul' unseat a heart

%coul' make the re'olent air

tremble an' shimmer ith the heat

of possibility! (+ueller)

%if you crale' through an' sa,

you oul' 'ie, or be happy forever! (+ueller)

the heart*s 'isrepair (+ueller)

An' memory insists on pining

5or places it never ent,

As if life oul' be happier

2ust by being 'i#erent! (7ana "ioia)

Sometimes amid the starkrock

quality of sickness--

steel trays, sterile hands,

white walls like unlichened stone--


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she felt, between herself

and her surround,

whatever rivers

through the nerves of birds

the moment before migration.- Christian Wiman

You shall love your crooked neighbour

With your crooked heart.'

- Auden

What luxury, to be so happy

that we can grieve

over imaginary lives.

- Lisel Mueller

the

melody somehow prettier

as a remnant than whatever it used to be.

- Dan Howell

But at four what she wants is self-location

and uses her voice as a porpoise uses

its sonar: to find herself in all this space.

…

Loud music does this, it wipes out the ego,

leaving turbulent water and winding road,

a landscape stripped of people and language-

how clear the air becomes, how sharp the colors.


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—tephen !obyns

"I want to thank my mother for giving me

piano lessons

all those years,

keeping the memory of Beethoven,a deaf tortured man,

in mind;

of the beauty that can come

from even an ugly

past."

- Diane Wakoski

2oy*s trick is to supply7ry lips ith hat can cool an' slake,

-eaving them 'umbstruck also ith an ache

8othing can satisfy!

9/ichar' Wilbur

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