If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Saying nothing sometimes says the most.
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.
I dwell in possibility.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Nature is a haunted house – but Art – is a house that tries to be haunted.
I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us – don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
Pardon my sanity in a world insane.
A word is dead when it’s been said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.