I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
I have miles to go before I sleep.
It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.
You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.