“I trust, and I recognize the beneficence of the power which we all worship as supreme- Order, Fate, the Great Spirit, Nature, God. I recognize this power in the sun that makes all things grow and keeps life afoot. I make a friend of this indefinable force…this is my religion of optimism.”
Quote by Helen Keller
“And then there is the spring park,
damp as if freshly peeled, sweet
greenhouse, green cemetery with no
dead in it—except, in some shaded
woods, under some years of leaves and
rotted cones, the body of a warbler
like a whole note fallen from the sky—my old
love for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“A week later, I said to a friend: I don't
think I could ever write about it.
Maybe in a year I could write something.
There is something in me maybe someday
to be written; now it is folded, and folded,
and folded, like a note in school.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“and I could tell her the best
of my poor, partial love, I could sing her
out, with it, I saw the luck
and the luxury of that hour.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“If I pass a mirror, I turn away,
I do not want to look at her,
and she does not want to be seen.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Minute by minute, I do not get up and just
go to him—”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“It is what I do now: not go, not
see or touch.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“My body may never learn
not to yearn for that one”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“What if someone had told me, thirty
years ago: If you give up, now,
wanting to be an artist, he might
love you all your life—what would I
have said? I didn't even have an art,
it would could from out of our family's life—
what could I have said: nothing will stop me.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“casting himself off a
cliff in his fervor to get free of me.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“as he soars from the precipice edge,
dreamy.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems