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I WALK on, nothing touches me: I'm foreign.The women who scurry to their front doorsSee only that I have walked by.I'm always around the corner from whoever tries to see me,Invulnerable to metals and...
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You who are a mystic see a meaning in all things.For you everything has a veiled significance.There is something hidden in each thing you see.What you see you always see to see something else.I, who...
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I don't know how to be truly sadOr how to be really happy.No, I don't know how to be.Might sincere souls beLike me, without knowing it?Before the lie of emotionAnd the fiction of the soul,I cherish the...
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Listen, Daisy, When I die, althoughYou may not feel a thing, you mustTell all my friends in London how muchMy loss makes you suffer. Then goTo York, where you claim you were born(But I don't believe a...
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I was never one who in love or in friendshipPreferred one sex over the other. BeautyAttracts me in equal measure, whereverI find it, in season.The bird alights, looking only to its alighting,Its desire...
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It was on one of my voyages . . .High sea, and the moon was out . . .The evening hubbub aboard ship had quieted.One by one, group by group, the passengers retired.The band was just furniture that for...
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To obtain everything by divine sufficiency --Holiday eves, permissions, useful tips,Life's beautiful things --Talent, virtue, impunity,The inclination to see others home,The status of traveler,The...
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On day in a restaurant, outside of space and time,I was served up love as a dish of cold tripe.I politely told the missionary of the kitchenThat I preferred it hot,Because tripe (and it was...
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From the mountain comes a songSaying that however muchThe soul may come to have,It will always be unhappy.The world is not its home,And all that the world gives itIs given as if to someoneWho'd rather...
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I feel sorry for the starsWhich have shined for so long,So long, so long . . .Is there not a wearinessFelt by things,By all things,Such as we feel in our limbs?A weariness of existing,Of being,Just of...
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I'd like to be able to like liking.Just a second . . . Grab me a cigaretteFrom the pack lying on the top of the nightstand.Go on . . . you were sayingThat in the development of metaphysicsFrom Kant to...
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I've visited more lands than I've set foot on,I've seen more landscapes than I've laid eyes on,I've experienced more sensations than all the ones I've felt,Because however much I felt I never felt...
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All dawns are the dawn and are life.All auroras shine in the same place:Infinity . . .Every joy of every bird comes from the same throat,Every shiver of every leaf is from the same tree,And everyone...
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Like a uselessly full glassWhich no one lifts from the table,My unsad heart overflowsWith a sorrow not its own.It acts out sorrowful dreamsJust to have to feel themAnd thus be spared the griefIt...
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WhoooooossssssshhhhhhhhhhWHOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHWHOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHWHOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHWinged cavalcade of me riding over all things,Exploded cavalcade of me riding under all things,Winged and...
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I contemplate the silent pondWhose water is stirred by a breeze.Am I thinking about everything,Or has everything forgotten me?
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I have ideas and reasons,Know theories in all their parts,And never reach the heart.
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In the light-footed march of heavy timeAlways the same way of living!The same old habit of deceiving ourselvesBy believing or disbelieving!In the nimble flight of the dying hour,Always the same...
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I divide what I know.There's what I amAnd what I have forgotten.Between the two I go.I'm not who I have in memoryNor who is in me now.If I think, I self-dismember.If I believe, there is no end.Better...
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The day after tomorrow, not until the day after tomorrow . . .I'll spend tomorrow thinking about the day after tomorrow,And then maybe, we'll see; but not today . . .Today is out of question. Today I...
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