Love At The Lips Was

The Artist In Me Cries Out For Design.

Poetry Should Be Common In Experience But Uncommon In Books.

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out, And To Whom I Was Like To Give Offence. Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, That Wants It Down.

Everyone Asks For Freedom For Himself, The Man Free Love, The Businessman Free Trade, The Writer And Talker Free Speech And Free Press.