“Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.”

“In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.”

“Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.”

“HereI'm here-the snow falling.”

“before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow”

“O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!”

“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...”