I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.

Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.

On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!

Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better.

Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before

I'm so tired of hearing about 'Renascence,' I'm nearly dead. I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.

Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.

Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling him down.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.

I see things with my own eyes, just as if they were the first eyes that ever saw, and then I set about to tell, as best I can, just what I've seen.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.

It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.

I've written so many verses and keep on writing so many more that I became afraid that if I didn't write them into one big book, I might forget some of them.

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