I Could Safely Declare, I

Poetry Is The Arithmetic Of The Easiest Way And The Primrose Path, Matched Up With Foam-flanked Horses, Bloody Knuckles, And Bones, On The Hard Ways To The Stars.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar, And There Is A Hippopotamus In Me That Wants To Wallow In The Mud.

I Have In Later Years Taken To Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, In An Elemental Way.

An Expert Is A Damn Fool A Long Way From Home.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.