Thinking Isn't Agreeing Or Disagreeing. That's Voting.

Something Sinister In The Tone Told Me My Secret Must Be Known: Word I Was In The House Alone Somehow Must Have Gotten Abroad, Word I Was In My Life Alone, Word I Had No One Left But God.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

My Long Two-pointed Ladder's Sticking Through A Tree Toward Heaven Still, And There's A Barrel That I Didn't Fill Beside It, And There May Be Two Or Three Apples I Didn't Pick Upon Some Bough. But I Am Done With Apple-picking Now. Essence Of Winter Sleep Is On The Night, The Scent Of Apples: I Am Drowsing Off.