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That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's imagery.
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Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.
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The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol.
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When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was.
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The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.
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Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet.
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My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
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The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know.
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Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet or hound.
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The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason.
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Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .
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Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new place, Another life.
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Let Love step down, open the clasped hands, forfeit the thorny crown, retrieve the garment that was whole, body and spirit one, spirit and soul.
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(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.