If I Added To Their

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

Lips Half-willing In A Doorway. Lips Half-singing At A Window. Eyes Half-dreaming In The Walls. Feet Half-dancing In A Kitchen. Even The Clocks Half-yawn The Hours And The Farmers Make Half-answers.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.

Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A Wild-duck Migration.