Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.

Most Things May Never Happen: This One Will.

Joy Is For The Simple Or The Great To Feel, Neither Of Which We Are.

I Can't Understand These Chaps Who Go Round American Universities Explaining How They Write Poems: It's Like Going Round Explaining How You Sleep With Your Wife.