It Is Only A Moment Here And

States Strong Enough To Do Good Are But Few. Their Number Would Seem Limited To Three.

Before Now Poetry Has Taken Notice Of Wars, And What Are Wars But Politics Transformed From Chronic To Acute And Bloody?

The Only Way Round Is Through.

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.

In A Glass Of Cider It Seemed I Was A Mite Of Sediment That Waited For The Bottom To Ferment So I Could Catch A Bubble In Ascent. I Rode Up On One Till The Bubble Burst, And When That Left Me To Sink Back Reversed I Was No Worse Off Than I Was At First. I'd Catch Another Bubble If I Waited. The Thing Was To Get Now And Then Elated.