The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.