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Last updated on December 18, 2024.
Richard Ghormley Eberhart was an American poet who published more than a dozen books of poetry and approximately twenty works in total. "Richard Eberhart emerged out of the 1930s as a modern stylist with romantic sensibilities." He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for Selected Poems, 1930โ1965 and the 1977 National Book Award for Poetry for Collected Poems, 1930โ1976. He was the grandfather of former Red Sox general manager Ben Cherington.
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.
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
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.
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
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?
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 little like going where you haven't been invited?"
It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.
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.
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.
If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.
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.
History, even, does not know what is meant.