“Attack is more piquant than concord,” but when     You tell me frankly that you would like to feel       My flesh beneath your…

I like the mule: his sides are thin. He takes his ease in no man’s inn. When contrarieties are thick About his…

has not altered;—     a place as kind as it is green,     the greenest place I’ve never seen. Every name is a tune….

who likely were reluctant to be brave. Sitting by a slow fire on a waste of snow, I would last about an…

IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING NONCHALANCE IS GOOD, AND really, it is not the business of the gods to bake clay…

Whatever it is, it’s a passion – a benign dementia that should be engulfing America, fed in a way the opposite of…

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for…

Art is exact perception: If the outcome is deception Then I think the fault must lie Partly with the critic’s eye, And…

is an enchanted thing     like the glaze on a katydid-wing         subdivided by sun         till the nettings are legion. Like Gieseking playing Scarlatti;…

My father used to say, “Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellow’s grave nor the glass flowers at…