I Like An Ending That's Both A

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.

...few Young Poets [are] Testing Their Poems Against The Ear. They're Writing For The Page, And The Page, Let Me Tell You, Is A Cold Bed.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.