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The Poet, As Everyone Knows, Must Strike His Individual Note Sometime Between The Ages Of Fifteen And Twenty-five. He May Hold It A Long Time, Or A Short Time, But It Is Then That He Must Strike It Or Never. School And College Have Been Conducted With The Almost Express Purpose Of Keeping Him Busy With Something Else Till The Danger Of His Ever Creating Anything Is Past.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

I Have Stood Still And Stopped The Sound Of Feet When Far Away An Interrupted Cry Came Over Houses From Another Street, But Not To Call Me Back Or Say Good-bye.