Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy... - Robert Frost

"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."

"The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition."

"The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued."

"Poetry is what gets lost in translation."

"The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition."