The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.