If One By One We Counted People

The Difference Between A Job And A Career Is The Difference Between Forty And Sixty Hours A Week.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

Poetry Is When An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.