I Hate The Idea That You Ought

I Have Stood Still And Stopped The Sound Of Feet When Far Away An Interrupted Cry Came Over Houses From Another Street, But Not To Call Me Back Or Say Good-bye.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

The People I Am Most Afraid Of Are Those Who Are The Most Afraid.

It Should Be Of The Pleasure Of A Poem Itself To Tell How It Can. The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom. The Figure Is The Same For Love.