My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain..

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we wer….

I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit..

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth..

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me..

Only by love is life made real..

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old..

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy..

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed..

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's fac….

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes..

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass..

I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I fi….

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise..

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break..

My theory is that poems are written because of a state of emotional irritation. It may be present for some time before the poet is conscious of what ….

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, An….

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain..

Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kep….

My heart is a garden tired with autumn..

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go..