That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.
Source: Tree at My Window, 1928
Contributed by: Zaady
The old dog barks backward without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup.
Source: The Span of Life, 1936
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near.
Source: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, 1923
Style is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.
The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.
Source: The Ax-Helve, 1923
There are tones of voice that mean more than words.
The reason why worry kills more people than hard work is that more people worry than work.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose, But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose, The dear only knows What will next prove a rose, You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.
Source: A-Wishing Well, 1962
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