Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.