You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

Spring Is Noticed, If At All By People Sitting In Railway Trains.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

When Something Seems ‘the Most Obvious Thing In The World’ It Means That Any Attempt To Understand The World Has Been Given Up.