Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on air.
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
To be social is to be forgiving.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.
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.
A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman. Robert F
Than smoke and mist who better could appraiseThe kindred spirit of an inner haze?
Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.
I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
The best thing we're put here for's to see; The strongest thing that's given us to see with's a telescope. Someone in every town, seems to me, owes it to the town to keep one.
Many lovers have been divorcedBy having what is free enforced.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
I had a lovers quarrel with the world.
Of course there is matter for remark in poems. Nobody denies that. But it must be solemnly laid on everybody in this world to make his own observations and remarks. That's what we mean by thinking, and that's about all we mean. A teacher says to a pupil "Watch me notice a few things in the next few
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep t
We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows
Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
The best way out is always through.
My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.
The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.
What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.