The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.
"If it were a dog, it would have bitten you already." Actual Twents: "At e ne hond was, dan e oew allange ebettene." Meaning: Said to someone who is looking for something which is right under his nose. Source: Twents Woordenbook. Twents in Woord en Gebruik.
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.
I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.
An idea is a feat of association.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
Live and let live, believe and let believe. 'Twas said the lesser gods were only traits Of the one awful God. Just so the saints Are God's white light refracted into colors.
Nations like the Cuban and the Swiss Can never hope to wage a Global Mission. No Holy Wars for them. The most the small Can ever give us is a nuisance brawl.
One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang halfway through its little inborn tune.
You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.
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