The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins

Do You Know, Considering The Market, There Are More Poems Produced Than Any Other Thing? No Wonder Poets Sometimes Have To Seem So Much More Businesslike Than Businessmen. Their Wares Are So Much Harder To Get Rid Of.

The Best Way To Hate Is The Worst. 'tis To Find What The Hated Need, Never Mind Of What Actual Worth, And Wipe That Out Of The Earth. Let Them Die Of Unsatisfied Greed.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father S. He's More Particular. The Father Is Always A Republican Towards His Son, And His Mother's Always A Democrat.

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

(soft Petals, Yes, But Not So Barren Quite, Mingled With These, Smooth Bean And Wrinkled Pea;) And Go Along With You Ere You Lose Sight Of What You Came For And Become Like Me, Slave To A Springtime Passion For The Earth. How Love Burns Through The Putting In The Seed On Through The Watching For That Early Birth When, Just As The Soil Tarnishes With Weed, The Sturdy Seedling With Arched Body Comes Shouldering Its Way And Shedding The Earth Crumbs.