American - Poet | February 2, 1886 - May 4, 1950
Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.
William Rose Benet
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Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
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And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.
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