The Simple Dignity Of A Child Drinking

I Have Become Infected, Now That I See How Beautifully A Book Is Coming Out Of All This.

A Liar Goes In Fine Clothes, A Liar Goes In Rags, A Liar Is A Liar, Clothes Or No Clothes.

There Have Been As Many Varieties Of Socialists As There Are Wild Birds That Fly In The Woods And Sometimes Go Up And On Through The Clouds.

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

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?