They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

Pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on water as blue as air, And you'd see me here in the fields and say: 'Doesn't the sky look green today?

A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.

They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.