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Now I become myself.Now I become myself. It's taken Time, many years and places;I have been dissolved and shaken,Worn other people's faces,
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We can accept death. It is the dying that is not and never will be acceptable. For us who have to witness dying, it must always feel as if the very fabric of life were being torn apart.
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If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and as artist, we have to know all we can about each other, and we have to be willing to go naked.
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in Sante Fe time is not that shallow. There one can go deep into a continuity as the pueblos and the culture they represent take one back at least eight hundred years through a single Indian dance. For a European that continuity is life-giving.
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It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.
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There are some griefs so loudThey could bring down the sky,And there are griefs so stillNone knows how deep they lie,Endured, never expended.There are old griefs so proudThey never speak a word;They never can be mended.And these nourish the willAnd keep it iron-hard.
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I know that I myself have felt that prickling of the scalp that Emily Dickinson tells us is the sign of recognition before a true poem.
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I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.
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I had found one of the places on earth where any sensitive being feels exposed to powerful invisible forces and himself suddenly naked and attacked on every side by air, light, space - all that brings the soul close to the surface. There the poems flowed out.
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