Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

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

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

Life is tons of discipline.

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.