Yet Some Say Love By Being Thrall

By Working Faithfully Eight Hours A Day You May Eventually Get To Be Boss And Work Twelve Hours A Day.

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

Poetry Is The Renewal Of Words, Setting Them Free, And That's What A Poet Is Doing: Loosening The Words.