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The sun goes away at night and leaves you your sorrows, and it does not rise any quicker when you are joyful.
(Simone Schwarz-Bart (b. 1938), Gaudeloupean author. The Bridge of Beyond, p. 114, Ιditions du Seuil (1972).)
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Black pit cold and light-year
Flame tongue of the dragon
Licks the sun
The sun is but a morning star
(Gary Snyder (b. 1930), U.S. poet. Burning (l. 33-36). . .
No Nature; New and Selected Poems [Gary Snyder]. (1992) Pantheon Books.)
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It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked
And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun.
(Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Dwarf.")
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The sun that leaps on petals through a nought,
The come a-cropper rider of the flower.
(Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Now.")
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Look not into the sun! Even the moon is too bright for your nocturnal eyes!
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sδmtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 10, p. 196, selection 5[1], number 81, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Unpublished fragments dating to November 1882February 1883.
Originally meant to be attributed to Zarathustra in Thus Spoke Zarathustra.)
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And he who dribbled couplets like a snake
Coiled to a lithe precision in the sun
Is missing.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. Mr. Pope (l. 9-11). . .
Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.)
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Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
(Bayard Taylor (1825-1875), U.S. poet, author, translator. Bedouin Song, refrain.)
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The sun of this month cures all.
(Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgments.")
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