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 establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.
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
Style is the perfection of a point of view. - Richard Eberhart
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
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
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…
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…
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.
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…
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. - Richard Eberhart
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet. - Richard Eberhart
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
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