Ordering A Man To Write A Poem

Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody Will Come.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet. It Sits Looking Over The Harbor And City On Silent Haunches And Then Moves On.

Nearly All The Best Things That Came To Me In Life Have Been Unexpected, Unplanned By Me.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

My Room For Books And Study Or For Sitting And Thinking About Nothing In Particular To See What Would Happen Was At The End Of A Hall.