The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

Atlantis Will Rise Again.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass