A Poem Begins As A Lump In

But I May Be One Who Does Not Care Ever To Have Tree Bloom Or Bear.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

Nearly Everybody Is Looking For Something Brave To Do. I Don't Know Why People Shouldn't Write Poetry. That's Brave.

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.