Tree at my window, window tree...

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

We cannot tell some people wha...

We cannot tell some people what it is believe, partly because they are too stupid to understand, partly because we are too proudly vague to explain.

The chance is the remotest, Of...

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

All thought is a feat of assoc...

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

He thought that I was after hi...

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.

What are we? Young or new? We ...

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

Ah, when to the heart of man W...

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Some spirit to stand simply fo...

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth....

The mind-is not the heart. I m...

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

Poetry begins in trivial metap...

Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, 'grace' metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, 'Why don't you say what you mean?' We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections Ђ' whether from diffidence or some other instinct.

I turned to speak to God About...

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

I have wished a bird would fly...

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

As a confirmed astronomer

As a confirmed astronomer
I'm always for a better sky.

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The test is always how we trea...

The test is always how we treat the poor.

Ants are a curious race...

Ants are a curious race

We disparage reason.
But ...

We disparage reason.
But all the time it's what we're most concerned with.
There's will as motor and there's will as brakes.
Reason is, I suppose, the steering gear.

I've given offense by saying I...

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

Earth's the right place for lo...

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Affection is an overpowering c...

Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.

Don't join too many gangs. Joi...

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.