Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.
You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!
Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.