A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends

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.

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom... In A Clarification Of Life - Not Necessarily A Great Clarification, Such As Sects And Cults Are Founded On, But In A Momentary Stay Against Confusion.

Freedom Is When You Are Easy In The Harness.

To Be A Poet Is A Condition, Not A Profession.