A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar

But What Would Interest You About The Brook, It's Always Cold In Summer, Warm In Winter.

I Have Just Been To A City In The West, A City Full Of Poets, A City They Have Made Safe For Poets. The Whole City Is So Lovely That You Do Not Have To Write It Up To Make It Poetry; It Is Ready-made For You. But, I Don't Know - The Poetry Written In That City Might Not Seem Like Poetry If Read Outside Of The City. It Would Be Like The Jokes Made When You Were Drunk; You Have To Get Drunk Again To Appreciate Them.

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

You Can Be A Rank Insider As Well As A Rank Outsider.