When Clever People Ask Me Where I

Man That Is Of Woman Born Is Apt To Be As Vain Has His Mother.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

Before Now Poetry Has Taken Notice Of Wars, And What Are Wars But Politics Transformed From Chronic To Acute And Bloody?

(soft Petals, Yes, But Not So Barren Quite, Mingled With These, Smooth Bean And Wrinkled Pea;) And Go Along With You Ere You Lose Sight Of What You Came For And Become Like Me, Slave To A Springtime Passion For The Earth. How Love Burns Through The Putting In The Seed On Through The Watching For That Early Birth When, Just As The Soil Tarnishes With Weed, The Sturdy Seedling With Arched Body Comes Shouldering Its Way And Shedding The Earth Crumbs.

A Diplomat Is A Man Who Always Remembers A Woman's Birthday But Never Remembers Her Age.