Never Discuss The Poem You

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.