Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.