The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The

No Verse Is Libre For The Man Who Wants To Do A Good Job.

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

With One Day's Reading A Man May Have The Key In His Hands.

Either Move Or Be Moved.

Come, Let Us Pity Those Who Are Better Off Than We Are. Come, My Friend, And Remember That The Rich Have Butlers And No Friends, And We Have Friends And No Butlers. (excerpt From 'the Garrett')