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Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.
Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.
I gave no prescriptions, And those who have taken my moods for prophecies Mistake the matter.
One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings.
Freedom, where are you? Who holds you back? [...] The mother of wit and pleasure, Oh freedom!
Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.
Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself's too late, the wise lived yesterday.
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather. [Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation
When a man does not admit that he is an animal, he is less than an animal. Not more but less.
Life's saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ... wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.
We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.
Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.
Surrealism is not a poetry but a poetics, and even more, and more decisively, a world vision.
The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees.
Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.
When man tries to imagine Paradise on earth, the immediate result is a very respectable Hell.
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.
I read a lot of nineteenth-century French poetry. And Irish poetry from the ninth century on.
Whoever wants to accomplish great things must devote to a lot of profound thought to details.
What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.
Indians think it is important to remember, while Americans believe it is important to forget.
The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.
Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.
Self-love is better than any gilding to make that seem gorgeous wherein ourselves be parties.
Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.
The day seems long, but night is odious; no sleep, but dreams; no dreams but visions strange.
Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.
A city's art must give the impression that art is as indispensable a thing as water, or food.
Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.
Love never offers to anyone wings so easy that he does not hold him back with his other hand.
Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.
Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.
The dark, uneasy world of family life - where the greatest can fail and the humblest succeed.
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
A good poem is like a bouillon cube. It's concentrated and it nourishes you when you need it.
Adolescents are in just as much trouble in Native America as they are in the white community.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.