I Don't Think Auden Liked My Poetry

You Must Have Some Money If You Are Going To Live Simply. It Need Not Be Much, But You Must Have Some.

As Nature Is Always Careless And Indifferent Who Sees, Who Steps, Means Nothing And This Is Pretty.

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

I Like Food, I Like Stripping Vegetables Of Their Skins, I Like To Have A Slim Young Parsnip Under My Knife.