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Anybody great, we're all interested in the relics. If you found an unfinished Gauguin, you'd still want to see it.
Many years, I would publish four books - an anthology, a book of criticism, a new book of poems, a book of essays.
I would say my life experiences are my poetry, whether I'm writing about those actual, factual experiences or not.
Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.
Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted.
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
I am a tiny seashell that has secretly drifted ashore and carries the sound of the ocean surging through its body.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.
I'm using my degree. You know, I studied English and American literature in college, and now I'm an American poet.
If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.
I dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.
Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.
The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.
To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.
I never cared about whatever tragic event happened in China. It's faraway decoration, even if in blood and plague.
It is no happiness to live long, nor unhappiness to die soon; happy is he that hath lived long enough to die well.
In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.
Be content with doing calmly the little which depends upon yourself, and let all else be to you as if it were not.
Taint no use to sit and whine 'Cause the fish ain't on your line; Bait your hook an' keep on tryin', Keep a-goin'!
See the wild birds on the wing, Hear the bells that sweetly ring, When you feel like singin', sing-- Keep a-goin'!
Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
He that would be well, needs not goe from his owne house. [He that would be well needs not go from his own house.]
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.
Every man remembers his childhood as a kind of mythical age, just as every nation's childhood is its mythical age.
Like a bird with broken wing that has traveled through wind for years . . . I sleep and my heart stays awake . . .
As we all know, poets are born brain-wired a certain way and every poet I know wrote as a child. I'm no exception.
I think of New York City lost in stars forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full.
For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
Every important cultural gesture comes down to a morality, a model for human behavior concentrated into a gesture.
I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.
For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
Virtue consists in avoiding vice, and is the highest wisdom. [Lat., Virtus est vitium fugere, et sapientia prima.]
A mind that is charmed by false appearances refuses better things. [Lat., Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat.]
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine. My God, my joy and light
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.