A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Good fences make good neighbors.
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.