I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

I Often Say Of George Washington That He Was One Of The Few In The Whole History Of The World Who Was Not Carried Away By Power.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.