Humor Is Also A Way

The Ordinary Man's Experience Is Chaotic, Irregular, Fragmentary. [he] Falls In Love Or Reads Spinoza, And These Two Experiences Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, Or With The Noise Of The Typewriter, Or The Smell Of Cooking; In The Mind Of The Poet These Experiences Are Always Forming New Wholes

And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten, And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.

No! I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be: Am An Attendant Lord, One That Will Do To Swell A Progress, Start A Scene Or Two, Advise The Prince.

One Starts An Action Simply Because One Must Do Something.

A Crowd Flowed Over London Bridge, So Many, I Had Not Thought Death Had Undone So Many.