The Difference Between A Man And His

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

But These Are Flowers That Fly And All But Sing: And Now From Having Ridden Out Desire They Lie Closed Over In The Wind And Cling Where Wheels Have Freshly Sliced The April Mire.

Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis With The Net Down.

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

Americans Are Like A Rich Father Who Wishes He Knew How To Give His Son The Hardships That Made Him Rich.