Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. / Dread fifty above more than fifty below. |
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. |
Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power. |
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. |
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. |
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. |
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. |
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. |
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. |
Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ... |
Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain as his mother |
Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market. |
Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor |
My apple trees will never get across / And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. / He only says, `Good fences make good neighbours'. |
My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight |