Knowledge And Power In The City; Peace

Imagination Has Rules, But We Can Only Guess What They Are.

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

Electricity, Water, Gas, And Steam Course Through The Walls Of My Building, Keeping It Alive.

Robert Frost: Plain, Strong, Simple, And Mean.