I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.