Quotes from Richard Eberhart

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.

It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world.

I stood there in the whirling summer,My hand capped a withered heart,And thought of China and of Greece,Of Alexander in his tent;Of Montaigne in his tower,Of Saint Theresa in her wild lament.

It is what man does not know of GodComposes the visible poem of the world.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world.

Life is stranger than any of us expected, There is a somber, imponderable fate. Enigma rules, and the heart has no certainty.

When I see your picture in its frame, A strait jacket, pity rises in me, And stronger than pity, revulsion. It is as if you had never been. Nobody in the world can know your love, You are strapped to the nothingness of ages, Nobody can will you into life, It is as if you had never been. I cannot break your anonymity, The absolute has imprisoned you, Most sentient, most prescient, most near. It is as if you had never been.

The full of joy do not know; they need not Know. Nothing is reconciled. They flash the light of Heaven indeed. Let them have it, let them have it, it is mild. Those who suffer see the truth; it has Murderous edges. They never avert The gaze of calculation one degree. But they are hurt, they are hurt, they are hurt.

I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.

The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants

Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?

Style is the perfection of a point of view.