A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

... War Is For Everyone, For Children Too. I Wasn't Going To Tell You And I Mustn't. The Best Way Is To Come Uphill With Me And Have Our Fire And Laugh And Be Afraid.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over. May No Fate Wilfully Misunderstand Me And Half Grant What I Wish And Snatch Me Away Not To Return. Earth's The Right Place For Love: I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association, And The Height Of It Is A Good Metaphor.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.