To be social is to be forgiving |
Tree at my window, window tree,/ My sash is lowered when night comes on;/ But let there never be curtain drawn/ Between you and me. |
Two roads converged in a woods. He (Mitchell) took the one less traveled and that made all the difference. |
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. |
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. |
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar. |
We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows |
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows |
We took risks. We knew we took them. Things have come out against us. We have no cause for complaint. |
Well Acquainted With the Night |
What is required is sight and insight; then you might add one more -- excite. |
What is this talked-of mystery of birth but being mounted bareback on the earth? |
Why abandon a belief merely because it ceases to be true? Cling to it long enough and... it will turn true again, for so it goes. Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor. |
Writing a poem is discovering |
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down. |