Occupation: Poet Birth: March 26, 1874 Death: January 29, 1963
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happen….
Diplomacy, n : 1. The patriotic art of lying for one's country. 2. The art of letting someone have your way. 3. The art of saying 'nice doggy' until ….
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father s. He's more particular. The father is always a Republican towards his ….
Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books..
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint..
There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow..
Hell is a half-filled auditorium..
If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are..
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense..
I never feel more at home than at a ballgame..
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who ….
An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get..
I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what ….
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down….
Meditate nothing. Learn to contemplate. Contemplate glory. There will be a light. Contemplate Truth until it burns your eyes out..
A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view..
The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat..
He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope..
Trust him to have his bitter politics Against his unacquaintances the rich Who sleep in houses of their own, though mortgaged. Conservatives, they do….
What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you..
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen..