A Poem Begins With A

I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

You've Often Heard Me Say - Perhaps Too Often - That Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation. That Little Poem Means Just What It Says And It Says What It Means, Nothing Less But Nothing More.