I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.
Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.