46 quotes found
Writer · American · 1917–2000
American writer (1917–2000)
“I pass you my Poem. A poem doesn’t do everything for you. You are supposed to go on with your thinking. You are supposed to enrich the other person’s poem with your extensions, your uniquely person...”
“I pass you my Poem! — to tell you we are all vulnerable — the midget, the Mighty, the richest, the poor. Men, women, children, and trees. I am vulnerable.”
“My Poem is life, and not finished. It shall never be finished. My Poem is life, and can grow. Wherever life can grow, it will. It will sprout out, and do the best it can. I give you what I have. Yo...”
“Rudolph Reed was oaken.His wife was oaken too.And his two good girls and his good little manOakened as they grew.”
“Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed,Nary a curse cursed he,But moved in his House. With his dark little wife,And his dark little children three.”
“The first night, a rock, big as two fists.The second, a rock big as three.But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed.(Though oaken as man could be.)The third night, a silvery ring of glass.Patience arche...”