I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.
An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get.
I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.
What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.
Nature's first green is gold.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.