People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.
I simply do not distinguish between work and play.
All culture developed as some wild, raw creature strived to live better and longer.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.