Occupation: Poet Birth: August 10, 1881 Death: June 1, 1968
A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick..
I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them..
Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known….
Existence is beyond the power of words to define: Terms may be used But are none of them absolute..
Words came out of the womb of matter; And whether a man dispassionately Sees to the core of life Or passionately Sees the surface, The core and the s….
Caressing reassures lovers that their love endures..
The biggest problem in the world could have been solved when it was small..
A leader is best when people barely know that he exists..
O, high the happy bosom heaves When love is in the dancer!.