Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.

The Prey Of Fear, He, Always Curtailed, Extinguished, Thwarted By The Dusk, Work Partly Done, Says To The Alternating Blaze, "again The Sun! Anew Each Day; And New And New And New, That Comes Into And Steadies My Soul."

Assign Yogi Berra To Cape Canaveral; He Could Handle Any Missile.

Originality Is... A By-product Of Sincerity.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.