I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.
The test is always how we treat the poor.
Ants are a curious race.
The footpath down to the well is healed.
We’re either nothing or a God’s regret.
Life is tons of discipline.
Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that’s what a poet is doing: loosening the words.
Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.
Create and stir other people to create.
I have miles to go before I sleep...
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
Earth’s the right place for love. I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
You’ve got to love what’s lovable, and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.
What are we? Young or new? We must be something.
He thought that I was after him for a feather – The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away.
When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I’d waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I’d waste my life and be a poet. They were right.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.
For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.