Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.

I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look