Poems List
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.
Fate loves to invent patterns and designs. Its difficulty lies in complexity. But life itself is difficult
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.
In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
It is so often on the name of a misdeed that a life goes to pieces, not the nameless and personal action itself, which was perhaps a perfectly definite neces
Life is cut to allow for growth ... one may vigorously put on weight before one fills it out entirely.
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