He Says The Best Way Out Is

Poetry Is A Reaching Out Forward Expression, An Effort To Find Fulfillment

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

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.

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.