Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
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Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

— E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certa — Pablo Neruda
Listen! If stars are litIt means there is someone who needs it,It means someone wants them to be,That someone deems thos — Vladimir Mayakovsky, Listen!
I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been. — Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
To see a World in a grain of sand,And a Heaven in a wild flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,And Eternity in a — William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the — Pablo Neruda
I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell — Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The House of Life
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it. — Amy Lowell
That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still — Anne Sexton
The lamb misused breeds public strifeAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife. — William Blake
It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay — Dorothy Parker
Resolve, and thou art free. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flower-de-Luce, and the Masque of Pandora