Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

-T.S. Eliot

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That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.

That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

-Wallace Stevens

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Malheureux ! cet instant où votre âme engourdie
A secoué les fers qu’elle traîne ici-bas,
Ce fugitif instant fut toute votre vie ;
Ne le regrettez pas !

Wretched ones ! This instant where your numb soul
Shakes the chains that drags it down here
This fleeting moment makes all your life ;
Don’t regret it !

-Musset

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I feel more alive. When I'm cold.

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?