Occupation: Poet Birth: December 22, 1869 Death: April 6, 1935
I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction..
I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are..
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover..
I shall have more to say when I am dead..
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching..
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years..
Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong! Tell me, O Lord--tell me, O Lord, how long Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!.
I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them..
Language that tells us, through a more or less emotional reaction, something that can not be said..
seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die..
I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere.
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again..
I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square..
Do you hear the children singing?.
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen..
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks..
Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of..
Your Dollar is your only Word, / The wrath of it your only fear. / You build it altars tall enough / To make you see, but your are blind; / You canno….
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give..
Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them..