Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Bittersweet October.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is about using the whole box of crayons.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
He hangs in shades the orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I cannot say where you are. Unreachable by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable in the air, even if souls are stars.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A spring returns, and they more youthful made; but man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Be forever still.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A million million worlds that move in peace.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A forest hymn
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is the time of tension between dying and birth.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The only thing you take with you when you're gone is what you leave behind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Time is too slow for those who wait.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Light though thou be, thou leapest out of darkness; but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A second spring.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Light gatherer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The earth has music for those who listen.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
She followed the sun & she followed the stars & in dreams they listened closely for the beginning of all things, for that was where they knew they'd find each other.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The poetry of earth is never dead.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your destiny will keep you warm.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His footprint in the sod.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Empty Morning
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To peep at such a world; to see the stir ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Doe-eyed
