It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
Source: Once by the Pacific, 1928
Contributed by: Zaady
A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.
I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.
It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.
Source: It Takes All Sorts, 1962
Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.
Source: Build Soil, 1932
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Source: To Earthward, 1923
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.
Source: The Lesson for Today, 1942
In three words, I can sum up everything I know about life: it goes on.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
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