White Oak Road

Famous quotes containing the words white, oak and/or road:

    I stand by your portal,
    a white pillar,
    luminous.
    Hilda Doolittle (1886–1961)

    Yet poetry, though the last and finest result, is a natural fruit. As naturally as the oak bears an acorn, and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done. It is the chief and most memorable success, for history is but a prose narrative of poetic deeds.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    By the road to the contagious hospital
    under the surge of the blue
    mottled clouds driven from the
    northwest—a cold wind.
    William Carlos Williams (1883–1963)