If You Believe You're A Poet, Then

O How Terrible It Must Be For A Young Man-- Seated Before A Family And The Family Thinking We Never Saw Him Before! He Wants Our Mary Lou! After Tea And Homemade Cookies They Ask What Do You Do For A Living

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie Before Beethoven, A Truth Before Hitler.

I Remember The People I Knew In Prison; I Was Very Fortunate To Know Them - They Came From 1910, 1920, 1930.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.