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 “As for the wellsprings of wonderment, they run deep. The quiet mind, the youthful heart, the perceptive eye, the racing blood – these conflow to produce wonder.”
                   -- E.B. White, The Points of My Compass

“Solitude. Where does its value lie? For in solitude we are in the presence of mere matter (even the sky, the stars, the moon, trees in blossom), things of less value (perhaps) than a human spirit. Its value lies in the greater possibility of attention.”
                   -- Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

“I love the poetic gait, by leaps and gambols.
                        -- Montaigne

 “I paint transience.”
                        -- Montaigne

“Chaos, in a work of art, should shimmer through the veil of order.”
                        -- Novalis

“One man, I remember, used to take off his hat and set fire to his hair every now and then, but I do not remember what it proved, if it proved anything at all, except that he was a very interesting man.”
                        -- Dylan Thomas, “Reminiscences of Childhood,” Quite Early One Morning

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”
                        -- Goethe


 
 
...and, of course, the other topic dear to the heart of poets:

bang                                                           
bone                                                                       
belly-bump                                               
booly-dog                                               
boozle                                                            
buff the floor
do bouncy-bounce                                    
do a bit of hard for a bit of soft                       
make carnal acquaintance                       
cavault
do the conjugal act                                   
consummate
coot                                                           
perform the culbatizing exercise
do the four-legged frolic                        
frick
frigg                                                           
do ficky-fick
do horizontal refreshment                       
practice in actus coitu
do the Irish whist                                   
jig-a-jig
lay                                                            
lay pipe
ling-grapple                                                
make the two-backed beast
make nooky                                               
nub
nurtle                                                           
poke
roll in the hay                                               
romp in the hay
toss in the hay                                               
rut
do smockage                                               
screw
shag                                                           
shake the sheets
roll the soul                                                
trombone
make amorous congress                        
do what Eve did with Adam
 
 
Yeats or maybe Auden or perhaps Pound (probably all three) said that the only subjects worthy of poetry are sex and death.
Thus, in honor of those great poets, a list to draw on:
                                       
depart
expire                                                           
croak
keel over                                               
kick off
bite the dust                                               
pass on
pass away                                               
perish
succumb                                               
answer the final summons
answer the last call                                   
breathe your last
take the long sleep                                   
cash in your chips
climb the golden staircase                       
coil up your ropes
cross the great divide                                   
give up the ghost
go to a better world                                   
go to meet your maker
go the way of all flesh                                   
lay down your knife and fork
shuffle off this mortal coil                       
pull a cluck
step off                                               
step onto the last bus
tip over                                                
cross over
buy the farm                                                
take an earth bath
take a dirt nap