4 edition of From the Mind of a Poet found in the catalog.
|LC Classifications||Jun 07, 2019|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 126 p. :|
|Number of Pages||61|
nodata File Size: 5MB.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me. It is wiser for the lame not to break his crutches upon the head of his enemy. They spread before us their riches of gold and silver, of ivory and ebony, and we spread before them our hearts and our spirits.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays? One of the seven men who watched the flight said, "I see a black spot on the wing of the seventh dove.
When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense. Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever silent. Once I filled my hand with mist. Strange that we all defend our wrongs with more vigor than we do our rights.
Had I filled myself with all that you know what room should I have for all that you do not know? Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
Love is the veil between lover and lover.
IF IT WERE not for our conception of weights and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.
" I said to Life, "I would hear Death speak.
If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going.