Occupation: Poet Birth: February 22, 1892 Death: October 19, 1950
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one..
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came..
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year..
Life is a quest and love a quarrel.
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers..
Life must go on; I forget just why..
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going..
Beauty is whatever gives joy..
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread..
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am n….
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over..
I love humanity but I hate people..
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it..
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame, And ….
I am waylaid by beauty..
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes..
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way..
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going..
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss yo….
You are loved. If so, what else matters?.