The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.