Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Nature's first green is gold.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.