The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not to barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are....
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?
There is no love.There's only love of men and women, loveOf children, love of friends, of men, of God:Divine love, human love, parental love,Roughly discriminated for the rough.
Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
As a confirmed astronomerI'm always for a better sky.
The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down. Robert Fros
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes
But what would interest you about the brook,It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.
I came from a very intellectual neighborhood. When we played cowboys and Indians as kids, I had to be Gandhi.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.
Don't be agnostic - be something.
And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.
Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred.But here is not a question of what's sacred;Rather of what to face or run away from.I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.
There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.
One of the lies would make it out that nothingEver presents itself before us twice.Where would we be at last if that were so?Our very life depends on everything'sRecurring till we answer from within.