“This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.”

“Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams”

“Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”

“When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swords...”

“Not knowing the name of the tree,I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.”

“On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.”

“It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.”

“This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.”

“stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”