Poetry Is Engendered In Solitude, So What

City People Try To Buy Time As A Rule, When They Can, Whereas Country People Are Prepared To Kill Time, Although Both Try To Cherish In Their Mind's Eye The Notion Of A Better Life Ahead.

No Birdcall Is The Musical Equal Of A Clarinet Blown With Panache.

If A Person Sings Quietly To Himself On The Street People Smile With Approval; But If He Talks It's Not Alright; They Think He's Crazy. The Singer Is Presumed To Be Happy And The Talker Unhappy.

To Relive The Relationship Between Owner And Slave We Can Consider How We Treat Our Cars And Dogs - A Dog Exercising A Somewhat Similar Leverage On Our Mercies And An Automobile Being Comparable In Value To A Slave In Those Days

Poetry Is Engendered In Solitude, So What Better Meter For It Than The Clip Of A Buckskin Horse?