I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

Beware of advice-even this.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.