But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.

Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.