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We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.
The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.
For once you must try not to shirk the facts: mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.
Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
In writing I found something I could do at least as well as my peers, if not better.
If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.
Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge.
It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our education system.
A cat is only itself, representative of the strong forces of life that won't let go.
by night only crazy things like the full moon and the whippoorwill and us, are busy.
I think in order to move forward into the future, you need to know where you've been
Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.
Conception, my boy, fundamental brain work, is what makes all the difference in art.
I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go?
I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love.
Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.
Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
The greatest writers have been, at heart, parochial, provincial in their rootedness.
Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.
On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?
Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes.
If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.
Sometimes a noble failure serves the world as faithfully as a distinguished success.
I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry inside ourselves
Make me, o lord, thy spinning wheel complete, thy holy word thy distaff make for me.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.
I'm a poet born in the era of Andy Warhol and a generation that wanted to be famous.
My lord, adjudge my strength, and set me where I bear a little more than I can bear.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
I boil my tears in a twisted spoon And dance like an angel on the point of a needle.
The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.
whatever you do, find ways to read poerty. Eat it, drink it, enjoy it, and share it.