I Could Define Poetry This Way: It

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg] Was The Kind Of Writer Who Had Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose By Being Translated Into Another Language.

Earth Would Soon Be Uninhabitable As The Moon. What For That Matter Had It Ever Been? Who Advised Man To Come And Live Therein?

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association, And The Height Of It Is A Good Metaphor.