|To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.|
|Tell all the Truth but tell is slant.|
|That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.|
|People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.|
|Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me.|
|The brain is wider than the sky.|
|Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.|
The Complete Poems
|Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.|
|If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.|
|A wounded deer leaps the highest.|
|Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.|
|Hope is the thing with feathers|
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
|Forever is composed of nows.|
|Faith is a fine invention|
When Gentlemen can see -
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
|I dwell in possibility.|
|Surgeons must be very careful|
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!
|A mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.|
|My friends are my estate.|
|Art is a house that tries to be haunted.|
|I'll tell you how the sun rose - a ribbon at a time.|
|The possible's slow fuse is lit by the imagination.|
|The Possible's slow fuse is lit|
By the Imagination.
|One need not be a chamber to be haunted;|
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
|We never know how high we are|
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.