I Own I Never Really Warmed To

Life Is Tons Of Discipline.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

What Is Required Is Sight And Insight- Then You Might Add One More: Excite.

But Strictly Held By None, Is Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round, And Only By One's Going Slightly Taut In The Capriciousness Of Summer Air Is Of The Slightest Bondage Made Aware.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.