I Would Not Come In. I Meant

I Dwell In A Lonely House I Know That Vanished Many A Summer Ago.

It Is Absurd To Think That The Only Way To Tell If A Poem Is Lasting Is To Wait And See If It Lasts. The Right Reader Of A Good Poem Can Tell The Moment It Strikes Him That He Has Taken An Immortal Wound-that He Will Never Get Over It.

Poets Like Shakespeare Know More About Poetry Than Any $25 An Hour Man.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

At Bottom The World Isn't A Joke. We Only Joke About It To Avoid An Issue With Someone, To Let Someone Know That We Know He's There With His Questions; To Disarm Him By Seeming To Have Heard And Done Justice To His Side Of The Standing Argument.