What did Archibald MacLeish mean by: What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn’s mouth. That’s all the mystery. - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA Copy
+ Man can live his truth, his deepest truth, but cannot speak it. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Archibald MacLeish, Philosophy, Speak, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ A poem should not mean but be. Feraz Zeid, September 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Archibald MacLeish, Poetry, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Archibald MacLeish, Hate, Sick, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ Writers . . . write to give reality to experience. Feraz Zeid, October 15, 2023December 26, 2023, Archibald MacLeish, Reality, Writing, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ They also live Who swerve and vanish in the river. Feraz Zeid, August 3, 2023December 12, 2023, Archibald MacLeish, Rivers, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ Love becomes the ultimate answer to the ultimate human question. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Archibald MacLeish, Human, Love, Questions And Answers, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ We have no choice but to be guilty. God is unthinkable if we are innocent. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Archibald MacLeish, Choices, Guilty, Innocence, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
+ A Poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit. Feraz Zeid, July 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Archibald MacLeish, Fruit, Poetry, 0 - Archibald MacLeish Poet · USA
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France