It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.
A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going wher… - Richard Eberhart
A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going wher…
- Richard Eberhart
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants - Richard Eberhart
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. - Richard Eberhart
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.
Style is the perfection of a point of view. - Richard Eberhart
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces. Histor… - Richard Eberhart
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces. Histor…
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to esta… - Richard Eberhart
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to esta…
It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world. - Richard Eberhart
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul Wherein the B… - Richard Eberhart
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul Wherein the B…
I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer. - Richard Eberhart
I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer.
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