There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing.

The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.

As things are now going the peace we make, what peace we seem to be making, will be a peace of oil, a peace of gold, a peace of shipping, a peace in brief.without moral purpose or human interest.

If the poem can be improved by the author's explanations, it never should have been published.

A self-advertising writer is always a self-extinguished writer.