Versatile
The trees in summer speak fluent prose Their central theme of greenness flows In leisurely reiterations With rich details and illustrations. In winter they turn to poetry And with exact economy Are clearly unelaborate, Suggesting far more than they state. –From Petals of Light (written in 1947)
Of Courage
I have loved courage; I have loved the word, Its look on any printed pate, its shape On any lips, its meaning, clear unblurred, In weather faces, seeking no escape In bitterness from bitter circumstances, And I have loved it in the candid mind That, scorning easy falsities, advances Toward truth, however, seemingly unkind. I […]
Dispensable
Whoever has resigned Himself to fate, will find Fate without hesitation, Accepts his resignation. –Saturday Evening Post, 1947?