-
New is a word for fools in towns who think Style upon style in dress and thought at last Must get somewhere.
-
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
-
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
-
We're either nothing or a God's regret.
-
It looked as if a night of dark intent. Was coming, and not only a night, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There would be more than ocean-water broken. Before God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken
-
I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.
-
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.
-
I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.
-
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
-
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
-
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are all my darker mood.
-
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
-
I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.
-
I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow.
-
The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.
-
One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
-
The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.
-
Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
-
The reason artists show so little interest In public freedom is because the freedom They've come to feel the need of is a kind No one can give them they can scarce attain The freedom of their own material....
-
Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live.
-
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
-
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
-
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
-
Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for.