Poetry Is The Establishment Of

Poetry Is A Section Of River-fog And Moving Boat-lights, Delivered Between Bridges And Whistles, So One Says, 'oh!' And Another, 'how?'

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

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.

I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying To Do A Poem About America.

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars