Freud Was Way Off Base In Considering

A Turning Point In Modern History.

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

My Long Two-pointed Ladder's Sticking Through A Tree Toward Heaven Still, And There's A Barrel That I Didn't Fill Beside It, And There May Be Two Or Three Apples I Didn't Pick Upon Some Bough. But I Am Done With Apple-picking Now. Essence Of Winter Sleep Is On The Night, The Scent Of Apples: I Am Drowsing Off.

Nature Does Not Complete Things. She Is Chaotic. Man Must Finish, And He Does So By Making A Garden And Building A Wall.

Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis With The Net Down.