- the heart's gone out of it, why keep it up?
- something there is that doesn't love a wall
- one could do worse than be a swinger of birches
- it was more like the tipping of an object toward the light
- somebody loves us all
- practice losing farther, losing faster
- he cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards
- he was curious about me; he was interested in music
- time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions and for a hundred visions and revisions
- i have measured out my life with coffee spoons
- spring is the mischief in me
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