Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.

Memento mori and obey the Lord. Art and religion love the somber chord.

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look

The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place.

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those not in position to look too close.

Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.

And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

For hard it is to keep from being King When it's in you and in the situation.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

The jury consist of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.

For I thought Epicurus and Lucretius By Nature meant the Whole Goddam Machinery.

Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

You can't trust God to be unmerciful. There you have the beginning of all wisdom.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

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