The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
Source: Home Burial, 1914
Contributed by: Zaady
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming.
Source: Dust in the Eyes, 1928
Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Source: Fragmentary Blue, 1923
A poem . . . begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. . . . It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Source: Letter to Louis Untermeyer, January 1, 1916
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Source: Acquainted with the Night, 1928
There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.
An idea is a feat of association.
Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.
Source: A Mood Apart, 1947
The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Source: To Earthward, 1923
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