What If They Gave A War And

I Had Taken A Course In Ethics. I Read A Thick Textbook, Heard The Class Discussions And Came Out Of It Saying I Hadn't Learned A Thing I Didn't Know Before About Morals And What Is Right Or Wrong In Human Conduct.

I Couldn't See Myself Filling Some Definite Niche In What Is Called A Career. This Was All Misty.

Poetry Is A Section Of River-fog And Moving Boat-lights, Delivered Between Bridges And Whistles, So One Says, 'oh!' And Another, 'how?'

Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

Tell No Man Anything, For No Man Listens Yet Hold Thy Lips Ready To Speak.