The Father Is Always A Republican Toward

Education Doesn't Change Life Much. It Just Lifts Trouble To A Higher Plane Of Regard.

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.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew. Writing A Poem Is Discovering.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.