My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

I'd Like To Go By Climbing A Birch Tree~ And Climb Black Branches Up A Snow-white Trunk Toward Heaven, Till The Tree Could Bear No More, But Dipped Its Top And Set Me Down Again. That Would Be Good Both Going And Coming Back. One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

The Sister's Face Fell All In Wrinkles Of Responsibility. She Wanted To Do Right. She'd Have To Think.

There Is Little Much Beyond The Grave, But The Strong Are Saying Nothing Until They See.

A Jury Consists Of Twelve Persons Chosen To Decide Who Has The Better Lawyer.