A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never

Forgive, O Lord, My Little Jokes On Thee, And I'll Forgive Thy Great Big Joke On Me.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

Loyalty Is That For The Lack Of Which Your Gang Will Shoot You Without Benefit Of Trial By Jury.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

I Am Not A Teacher. I Am An Awakener.