My mother, who hates thunderstorms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there....
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If I venture to displace ... the microscopical speck of dust... on the point of my finger,... I have done a deed which shakes the Moon in her ...
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Nun: You don't believe in God because of Alice in Wonderland? Loki: No, 'Through the Looking Glass.' That poem, 'The Walrus and the Carpenter,' that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or...or with his tusk, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do...what do they do? They...they dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensure the destruction of one's inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions...by inhibiting our decisions, out of...out of fear of some...some intangible parent figure who...who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says...and says, 'Do it-do it and I'll fuckin' spank you!'
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My doctor gave me two weeks to live. I hope they're in August.
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Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, And so today the farmer shakes his head, More and more often sighing that his work, The labour of his hands, has come to naught.
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Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose.
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I was going to buy a copy of The Power of Positive Thinking, and then I thought 'what good would that do?'.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, 'No hablo ingles.'
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I was going to buy a copy of 'The Power of Positive Thinking', and then I thought: What the hell good would that do?
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The freeman, casting with unpurchased hand the vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
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I was going to buy a copy of The Power of Positive Thinking, and then I thought What the hell good would that do
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I like life. It's something to do.
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I was going to buy a copy of The Power of Positive Thinking, and then I thought: What the hell good would that do?
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You've got two people that are well known in South Dakota, respected. We'll see how it all shakes out.
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The right time was at the crossroads With a future in his plans The wrong time reapproaches With right time's suitcase in hand The right time asks, how 's the journey The wrong time said the 'whether' turned me around. The right time, shakes his head, Shakes his hand and leaves Before the sun goes down.
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Death quarrels, and shakes the tree, And fears are flowers, and flowers are generation,...
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