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Philip Larkin :
For in the word death There is nothing to grasp; nothing to catch or claim; Nothing to adapt the skill of the heart to, skill In surviving, for death it cannot survive, Only resign the irrecoverable keys. The wave falters and drowns. The coulter of joy Breaks. The harrow of death Depends. And there are thrown up waves.
[Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "And the wave sings because it is moving."]
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Anne Sexton :
Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the wood walls, the forty-eight keys of the typewriter each an eyeball that is never shut, the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest, the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde....
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "The Room of My Life."]
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Anne Sexton :
Oh demon within, I am afraid and seldom put my hand up to my mouth and stitch it up covering you, smothering you from the public voyeury eyes of my typewriter keys.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Demon."]
Dylan Thomas :
One enemy, of many, who knows well Your heart is luminous In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves, Will pull the thunderbolts To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys....
[Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Deaths and Entrances."]
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Robert Herrick :
Many a kiss, both odd and even; Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks picked; yet we're not a-Maying!
[Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. Corinna's Going a-Maying (l. 62-67). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).]
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Anne Sexton :
Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church with an altar of keys always waiting.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Is It True?"]
Robert Browning :
Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again, Sliding by semi-tones till I sink to a minor,—yes, And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground, Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep; Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.
[Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Abt Vogler (l. 91-96). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).]
Read more quotations about / on: sleep, life
Anne Sexton :
without luggage or defenses, giving up my car keys and my cash, keeping only a pack of Salem cigarettes the way a child holds on to a toy. I signed myself in where a stranger puts the inked-in X's
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Flee on Your Donkey."]
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Gwendolyn Brooks :
On a snug evening I shall watch her fingers, Cleverly ringed, declining to clever pink, Beg glory from the willing keys. Old hungers Will break their coffins, rise to eat and thank.
[Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Piano after war."]
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Patricia K Page :
In the felt of the morning the calico minded, sufficiently starched, insert papers, hit keys, efficient and sure as their adding machines; yet they weep in the vault,
[Patricia K. Page (b. 1916), Canadian poet. The Stenographers (l. 30-33). . . Oxford Book of Canadian Verse in English and French, The. A. J. M. Smith, ed. (1960) Oxford University Press.]
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