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wake up to the world

is high

wake up to the infinitive

sound

wake up

to the treasure

of my eyes

wake up to the world

is open

wake up to the

world

reborn

wake up to

the infinitive 

assault

by the media

let us in

without upsetting

let us in

the moltitude

i am in

wake up to a noisy crowd

wake up to a lovely word

wake up in a brilliant group

wake up in a job that works

wake up

and let us make it clear

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The lake isle of innisfree

 

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

 

William Butler Yeats

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The White Birds

 

We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;

And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

 

William Butler Yeats

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A promise to California

A PROMISE to California,
Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
to teach robust American love;
For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you, inland,
and along the Western Sea;
For These States tend inland, and toward the Western Sea--and I will
also.

 

Walt Whitman

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On New Year's Day, two hearts beat as one and like a song, I rejoice because you said a day without me, in another time, another place would be like a stranger in a strange land. Angel of Harlem, I trip though through your wires like a drowning man and maybe one day we will promenade by the ocean, under an Indian summers sky, in Gods country.

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On New Year's Day, two hearts beat as one and like a song, I rejoice because you said a day without me, in another time, another place would be like a stranger in a strange land. Angel of Harlem, I trip though through your wires like a drowning man and maybe one day we will promenade by the ocean, under an Indian summers sky, in Gods country.

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Advice to a son

 

Never trust a white man

Never kill a Jew,

Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don't believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry whores.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.

 

Ernest Hemingway

 

 

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