Leaves And Bark, Leaves And

Now No Joy But Lacks Salt That Is Not Dashed With Pain And Weariness And Fault; I Crave The Stain Of Tears, The Aftermark Of Almost Too Much Love, The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

A Name With Meaning Could Bring Up A Child, Taking The Child Out Of The Parents' Hands. Better A Meaningless Name, I Should Say, As Leaving More To Nature And Happy Chance. Name Children Some Names And See What You Do.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.