The People I Want To

College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

Why Make So Much Of Fragmentary Blue In Here And There A Bird, Or Butterfly, Or Flower, Or Wearing-stone, Or Open Eye, When Heaven Presents In Sheets The Solid Hue?

Americans Are Like A Rich Father Who Wishes He Knew How To Give His Son The Hardships That Made Him Rich.

Any Eye Is An Evil Eye That Looks In On To A Mood Apart.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.