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Light, Life and Love are like three glow-worms at thy feet: the whole universe of stars, the dewdrops on the grass whereon thou walkest!
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.
I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.
I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
The whole art of teaching is only the art of awakening the natural curiosity of young minds for the purpose of satisfying it afterwards.
Most of us have been subjected to terrible political poetry at least once or twice in our lifetimes, and so we tend to shy away from it.
I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold, my songs are not for them to praise.
Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.
I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.
With this pen I take in hand my selves and with these dead disciples I will grapple. Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
I took my vow to poetry; this is where I'm going to be. These are my people; this is my tribe. This is where I'm going to put my energy.
As a younger person you can come in through many, many gateways. It's like some huge Mandela. You can enter into this and get refreshed.
Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.
I know I am--that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
Radio is such a perfect medium for the transmission of poetry, primarily because there just is the voice, there's no visual distraction.
You have to hurt in order to know. Fall in order to grow. Lose in order to gain. Because most of life's lessons are learned through pain
The poem is the literary form of the 21st century. It's able to connect young people in a deep way to language... it's language as play.
I place a lot of emphasis on process and revision because I believe that all of my students can become better writers through hard work.
Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.
There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails to live fully or well.
They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.
The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.
Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say? Their word's sufficient; and to ask a reason, In such a state as theirs, is downright treason.
But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.
He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace!) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race.
Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.
In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.
Be proud of your scars. They have everything to do with your strength, and what you've endured. They're a treasure map to the deep self.
We all wish to be brave and strong in the face of disaster. We all wish to be looked up to for our endurance and efforts to help others.
I want to believe that in any relational moment a person understands that the other person in front of them is just another human being.
People expect black women to be angry, irrationally so, without reason. They think we are animals and we go around like the Wild Things.
I don't really agree with the role model thing. People are always saying that athletes shouldn't do X or Y because they are role models.
In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.
Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.
Be aware of the high notes, Of the blissful faces and their soft messages, And listen for the silent message Of a highly decorated gift.
I got married the second time in the way that, when a murder is committed, crackpots turn up at the police station to confess the crime.
After my marriage ended, I had an urge to skip that part of my life completely in terms of poetry, not publish anything at all about it.
I try. I am trying. I was trying. I will try. I shall in the meantime try. I sometimes have tried. I shall still by that time be trying.
Both my New Hampshire great-grandfathers wore facial hair: the Copperhead who fought in the war and the sheep farmer too old for combat.
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.
The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.