There's No Money In Poetry,

Take Your Delight In Momentariness, Walk Between Dark And Dark A Shining Space With The Grave 's Narrowness, Though Not Its Peace.

One Smile Relieves A Heart That Grieves.

Every Fairy Child May Keep Two Strong Ponies And Ten Sheep; All Have Houses, Each His Own, Built Of Brick Or Granite Stone; They Live On Cherries, They Run Wild I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child.

If I Thought That Any Poem Of Mine Could Have Been Written By Anyone Else, Either A Contemporary Or A Forerunner, I Should Suppress It With A Blush; And I Should Do The Same If I Ever Found I Were Imitating Myself. Every Poem Should Be New, Unexpected, Inimitable, And Incapable Of Being Parodied.

There's No Money In Poetry, But Then There's No Poetry In Money, Either.