I Could Give All To Time Except--except

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

Poetry Is The Renewal Of Words, Setting Them Free, And That's What A Poet Is Doing: Loosening The Words.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.

Thinking Is Not To Agree Or Disagree. That's Voting.