And Nothing To Look Backward To With

I've Given Offense By Saying I'd As Soon Write Free Verse As Play Tennis With The Net Down.

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day; Have Clapped My Hands At Him From The Door When It Seemed As If I Could Bear No More. The Fault Must Partly Have Been In Me. The Bird Was Not To Blame For His Key. And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.