Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.