Occupation: Poet Birth: October 2, 1879 Death: August 2, 1955
Anything is beautiful if you say it is..
The summer night is like a perfection of thought..
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake..
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us..
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking..
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem..
I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after..
I am what is around me..
It is never the thing but the version of the thing..
Disillusion is the last illusion..
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass..
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugenes….
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself..
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman..
The poet is the priest of the invisible..
Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor..
Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs..
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it..
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark..
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container..
Poetry is a means of redemption..