Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
“Life is stranger than any of us expected, There is a somber, imponderable fate. Enigma rules, and the heart has no certainty.” — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces.… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Doesn't suicide seem a little like going where you haven't been invited? — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
