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The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
Life isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over.
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin.
Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.
And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.
I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes.
If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.