It May Be Said That Poems Are

Why Are Stamps Adorned With Kings And Presidents? That We May Lick Their Hinder Parts And Thump Their Heads.

Robert Frost Had Always Said You Mustn't Think Of The Last Line First, Or It's Only A Fake Poem, Not A Real One. I'm Inclined To Agree.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

Religion And Science Both Profess Peace (and The Sincerity Of The Professors Is Not Being Doubted), But Each Always Turns Out To Have A Dominant Part In Any War That Is Going Or Contemplated.

When I Was Starting To Write, The Great Influence Was T.s. Eliot And After That William Butler Yeats.