Sometimes I Feel So Stupid

I Feel That Very Strongly: Having Been An Academic, Having Been Tempted By The Invitation To Stay On To Become A Ph.d., A Professor, And All That, One Side Of Me Certainly Does Respect All Disciplines, As Long As They Don't Ossify.

There Is No Life Higher Than The Grasstops

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do! A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough.

I Think The Coming Of Spring, The Stars Overhead, The First Snowfall And So On Are Gifts For A Child, A Young Poet.

Is There No Way Out Of The Mind?