Books Poems

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
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When I have fears that I may cease to be
my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
high-piled books, in charactery,
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All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
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she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
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And an orator said, 'Speak to us of Freedom.'

And he answered:
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When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
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You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don't
understand.
He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really
make out what he meant?
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sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
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Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.
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Why is the world at peace.
This may astonish you a little but when you realise how
easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American
painters to American millionaires you will recognize that
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His poems refuse
to mourn his passing, they
detach themselves from
books, magazines, wall hangings
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You see, the thing was this way -- there was me,
That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare,
And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook,
And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret,
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I'm a white rose pure and innocent
Pluck me not for your momentary pleasures
Crush me not to be found after years
In the books among the shelves
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes
From out her hair: such balsam falls
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Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
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Hello lovely kid,
You may always lead,
May you become head,
Books more you read,
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''I read.Therefore, I am.''

In The Universe Of Books.
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Love is...joy...of publishing...many books
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Love is...joy...of publishing...two books
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They wanna ban many books here
From other peoples beliefs and views and utter fear,
Books that contain graphic violence, expresses disrespect for parents and family
Or which is sexually explicit, exalts evil, lacks literary merit, is unsuitable for all to see.
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When I was young my parents would read me story books
filled with Fairy Tales, fantastic adventures…and more…
I assumed t bringing our family together and putting children to sleep…
that's what books were for.
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experienced concept.ideas.post-ideas.beings in ideas.conceptual prolifration in questioning approach.theorectical poetics of geometrical lives in nestworks of living minds and living concepts.
a networks of speculative-generative body-mind faculty of universal lives of human intelligence from living lives of ideas into human condition.
books are not papers-bound.they are life-bound.they aee blood-bound.they are after-john cage's silence-bound.
books are invisible.books are street lives.books are spirit.books are academia.books are beyond academia.books are experimental.books are voyagers of aeons.
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For sale: old books. Newfound wisdom.
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While cleaning house ahead of our family's summer birthday party
dusting every cranny…all the nooks…
I paused as I began to dust a shelf that housed old children's books.
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If we counted the things
That we lost in the floods,
There would be no end to it.
It did not matter about machines,
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Books for sale on the banks of the Seine;
Books about poetry, books about
Cuisine and books about rare gardens;
Books about philosophical doubt,
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