I Go To School The Youth To

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

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

I Wonder About The Trees. Why Do We Wish To Bear Forever The Noise Of These More Than Another Noise So Close To Our Dwelling Place?

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