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We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
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And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
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I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
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I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins
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Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
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All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
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Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
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Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
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(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
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I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
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These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
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Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
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A House upon the Height—
That Wagon never reached—
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Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,
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«Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden»
At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed
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All day, day after day, they're bringing them home,
they're picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they're bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in
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Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.
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anticipation pleasure perceives
an encounter with gently lapping waves
in ephemeral flames sunset fire burns a beach
water deep rich blue dye ripples wave shorelines
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God grants tomorrow's sunset, magnificent, sublime,
Not all alive today will get to see it one more time,
Tomorrow's sunshine doesn't cease, God made the world to spin,
Each sunset means light must decrease, so other nations win,
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I was a happy fruit farmer, growing delicious, healthy fruits for consumption.
Since we'd bought the farm ten years prior, all the family lent to its function.
It was a large, productive farm, and we ran it with our extended, fine family,
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I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color,
Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller.
Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned into a career,
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We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it's the perfect place to watch the sun set on the day.
We never tire of watching a sunset…for each one is unique
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As I watch the sun snuggle behind the mountains
I think…as the day begins to cease
how a sunrise brings us hope
while a sunset brings us peace.
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From sunrise to sunset our lives travel on
Through the weeks and the months and the years.
From mornings to evenings we live out our days
Filled with love and laughter... with heartaches and tears.
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Fireflies busy after sunset
Signal their romantic notions
Dance in sync, a glowing vignette
Fireflies busy after sunset
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The ecstatic state fills his universe. The mystic is absorbed in his one idea, his one love: he is in it and with it. But this unified state of consciousness does not merely pour upon something already possessed.
Its true business is perception. It is outgoing and expansive: its goal is something beyond itself.
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