I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been.
I turned to speak to GodAbout the world's despair
Belief is better than anything else and it is best when rapt - above paying its respects to anybody's doubt whatsoever.
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the change to darkn...
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must t...
There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
Always fall in with what you're asked to accept.... My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.
Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean
Come over the hills and far with meAnd be my love in the rain.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.
A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of mood
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning b...
GATHERING LEAVESSpades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and deerRunning away.But the mountains I rais...