The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But Iām a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.