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.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.