You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing.

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden

Empty pockets make empty heads.