Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!