When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the bes….

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation..

Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved..

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow..

This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorat….

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad,….

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart..

In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern..

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation..

To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will w….

A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men..

All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words..

So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue s….

Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose..

On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones..

Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented..

Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunli….

Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial only when the form….

This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur o….

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in..

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls..