Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.

Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out Your Hands And Take It When It Runs By.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar, And There Is A Hippopotamus In Me That Wants To Wallow In The Mud.

Poetry Is A Section Of River-fog And Moving Boat-lights, Delivered Between Bridges And Whistles, So One Says, 'oh!' And Another, 'how?'