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Stephen Fry :
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.
[Stephen Fry (b. 1957), British comic actor, author. Stephen, in "Lavatories," A Bit of Fry & Laurie (1990).]
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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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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 :
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."]
Ralph Waldo Emerson :
The world,—this shadow of the soul, or other me, lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquainted with myself. I run eagerly into this resounding tumult. I grasp the hands of those next to me, and take my place in the ring to suffer and to work, taught by an instinct, that so shall the dumb abyss be vocal with speech.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Oration, August 31, 1837, delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Cambridge, Massachusetts. "The American Scholar," repr. In Emerson: Essays and Lectures, ed. Joel Porte (1983).]
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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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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.).]
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