Quote #46

Death is the mother of beauty

Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.

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  3. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale …
  4. That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.
  5. One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To be…
  6. 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, A…
  7. The boots of the men clump On the boards of the bridge. The first white wall of the village Rises through fruit-trees. Of what was it I was…
  8. Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.

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