The Truth Is The River Flows Into

That Day She Put Our Heads Together, Fate Had Her Imagination About Her, Your Head So Much Concerned With Outer, Mine With Inner, Weather.

You Can Be A Rank Insider As Well As A Rank Outsider.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out, And To Whom I Was Like To Give Offence. Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, That Wants It Down.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.