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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

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The sun, that brave man,
Comes through boughs that lie in wait,
That brave man. Green and gloomy eyes
In dark forms of the grass
Run away. The good stars,
Pale helms and spiky spurs,
Run away. Fears of my bed,
Fears of life and fears of death,
Run away. That brave man comes up
From below and walks without meditation,
That brave man.

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Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world

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I am one of you and being one of you
Is being and knowing what I am and know.
Yet I am the necessary angel of earth,
Since, in my sight, you see the earth again,
Cleared of its stiff and stubborn, man-locked set
And, in my hearing, you hear its tragic drone
Rise liquidly in liquid lingerings,
Like watery words awash; like meanings said
By repetitions of half-meanings. Am I not,
Myself, only half a figure of a sort,
A figure half seen, or seen for a moment, a man
Of the mind, an apparition appareled in
Apparels of such lightest look that a turn
Of my shoulders and quickly, too quickly, I am gone?

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Things as they are have been destroyed.
Have I? Am I a man that is dead
At a table on which the food is cold?
Is my thought a memory, not alive?
Is the spot on the floor, there, wine or blood
And whichever it may be, is it mine?

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If to serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,
Say that it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.

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The monastic man is an artist. The philosopher
Appoints man's place in music, say, today.
But the priest desires. The philosopher desires. And not to have is the beginning of desire.
To have what is not is its ancient cycle.

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Poetry is an effort of a dissatisfied man to find satisfaction through words.

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It may be that the ignorant man, alone,
Has any chance to mate his life with life
That is the sensual, pearly spouse, the life
That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.

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A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.

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It must be visible or invisible,
Invisible or visible or both:
A seeing and unseeing in the eye. The weather and the giant of the weather,
Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air:
An abstraction blooded, as a man by thought.

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What is one man among so many men?
What are so many men in such a world?
Can one man think one thing and think it long?
Can one man be one thing and be it long?

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It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.

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The night
Makes everything grotesque. Is it because
Night is the nature of man's interior world?

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Two things of opposite natures seem to depend
On one another, as a man depends
On a woman, day on night, the imagined On the real. This is the origin of change.
Winter and spring, cold copulars, embrace
And forth the particulars of rapture come.

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A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

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The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

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The paramount relation between poetry and painting today, between modern man and modern art, is simply this: that in an age in which disbelief is so profoundly prevalent or, if not disbelief, indifference to questions of belief, poetry and painting, and the arts in general, are, in their measure, a compensation for what has been lost. Men feel that the imagination is the next greatest power to faith: the reigning prince.

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The nothingness was a nakedness, a point, Beyond which fact could not progress as fact.
Thereon the learning of the man conceived
Once more night's pale illuminations, gold Beneath, far underneath, the surface of
His eye and audible in the mountain of
His ear, the very material of his mind.

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Apotheosis is not
The origin of the major man. He comes, Compact in invincible foils, from reason,
Lighted at midnight by the studious eye,
Swaddled in revery, the object of The hum of thoughts evaded in the mind...

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The number of ways of passing between the traditional two fixed points of man's life, that is to say, of passing from the self to God, is fixed only by the limitations of space, which is limitless. The eternal philosopher is the eternal pilgrim on that road. It is difficult to take him seriously when he relies on the evidence of the teeth, the throat and the bowels. Yet in the one poem that is unimpeachably divine, the poem of the ascent into heaven, it is possible to say that there can be no faults, since it is precisely the faults of life this poem enables us to leave behind. If the idea of God is the ultimate poetic idea, then the idea of the ascent into heaven is only a little below it.

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That's what misery is,
Nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing. It is a thing to have,
A lion, an ox in his breast,
To feel it breathing there. Corazon, stout dog,
Young ox, bow-legged bear,
He tastes its blood, not spit. He is like a man
In the body of a violent beast.
Its muscles are his own... The lion sleeps in the sun.
Its nose is on its paws.
It can kill a man.

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The major abstraction is the idea of man
And major man is its exponent, abler
In the abstract than in his singular, More fecund as principle than particle

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The imagination is man's power over nature.

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Tinsel in February, tinsel in August.
There are things in a man besides his reason.

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