Occupation: Poet Birth: September 17, 1883 Death: March 4, 1963
Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness.
Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery..
A poem is a small machine made out of words..
Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks..
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater..
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there..
My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy..
There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will..
Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love..
A new world is only a new mind..
Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a conscious recording of the day’s….
One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and ….
First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else,….
I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more….
Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around….
We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your ey….
The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky..
In summer, the song sings itself..
As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight..
It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time..
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages..