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- Words are soldiers of fortune
- Hired by different ideas.
MAXWELL BODENHEIM, "Impulsive Dialogue"
- Time is but a phantom dagger
- That motion lifts to slay itself.
MAXWELL BODENHEIM, "Advice To a Pool"
- Reality is a formless lure,
- And only when we know this
- Do we dare to be unreal.
MAXWELL BODENHEIM, "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
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