Richard Eberhart

Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?

— Richard Eberhart

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.

— Richard Eberhart

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.

— Richard Eberhart