Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-26-06 05:19
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an
from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from
T. S. Eliot
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,
On whom frown\'st thou that I do fawn upon,
Nay, if thou lour\'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind,;
Those that can see thou lov\'st, and I am blind.
Henry David Thoreau
Live your beliefs and you can turn the world around.
If you aren\'t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. Eliot