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Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.
With a woman of sophistication, class and modesty and refinement, I become a totally tongue-tied buffoon. I can't even look her straight in the face.
Dave Anderson, Writer (1929) |
Sydney Carter, Poet (1915) |
Emanuel Celler, Politician (1888) |
Jeffery Deaver, Writer (1950) |
Martin Delany, Soldier (1812) |
Randall Jarrell, Poet (1914) |
William Jay, Clergyman (1769) |
L. Frank Baum, Author (1919) |
William Allen Egan, Politician (1984) |
B. C. Forbes, Journalist (1954) |
Bret Harte, Author (1902) |