Quotes from William Rose Benet

Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.

And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.

Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.

And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.

I will love you truly forever and a day!

Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.