Everyone Asks For Freedom For

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

You Can't Get Too Much Winter In The Winter.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

To Be A Poet Is A Condition, Not A Profession.

We Cannot Tell Some People What It Is Believe, Partly Because They Are Too Stupid To Understand, Partly Because We Are Too Proudly Vague To Explain.