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Ruth Pitter Quotes

All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.

All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.

Ruth Pitter
Love, Fall, Autumn
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

What do we look for as reward? Some little sounds, and scents, and scenes A small hand darting strawberry-ward A woman's aprons full of greens. The sense that we have brought to birth Out of the cold and heavy soil, The blessed fruits and flowers of earth Is large reward for our toil.

Ruth Pitter
Blessed, Flower, Garden

We go in withering July To ply the hard incessant hoe; Panting beneath the brazen sky We sweat and grumble, but we go.

Ruth Pitter
Summer, July, Sky
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

But the summits of poetry are mysteries; they are shiftingly veiled, and those who catch the glimpses see different aspects of the transcendental; but they have seen something, and they come down with the glory lingering on them.

Ruth Pitter
Glimpse, Different, Mystery
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

Poor comfort all comfort: once what the mouse had spared Was enough, was delight, there where the heart was at home

Ruth Pitter
Nature, Heart, Home
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

Vain vision! when the changing world each day Sees some such lordly pleasance pass away; When the mere stripling knows my symbols all Worn tokes, heaven hypothetical, Nature indifferent, and the dreams of men Figments of longing which we must condemn. Yet keep these plants, O Man! a kinder time May yet be moved by them to better rhyme, Or moved, like me, to place his pleasure low, On the firm Earth, whence Men and Blossoms grow.

Ruth Pitter
Death, Dream, Men

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.

Ruth Pitter
Heaven, Homesick, Inns

We go, in winter's biting wind, On many a short-lived winter day, With aching back but willing mind To dig and double dig the clay.

Ruth Pitter
Winter, Wind, Mind
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

The lily in splendor, the vine in her grace, The fox in the forest, all had their desire, As then I had mine, in the place that was happy and poor.

Ruth Pitter
Nature, Grace, Desire
Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

And I used to assemble the family to hear because I thought that they were so good that even from the point of view of enjoyment people shouldn't miss them, and I got every word of his that I could, and I could see by hard argument there was only the one way for it.

Ruth Pitter
Views, People, Missing

To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent myself I think, As long as you don't overdue the pink.

Ruth Pitter
Sweet, Flower, Writing

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