Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of

Beware Of Advice-even This.

Anger Is The Most Impotent Of Passions. It Effects Nothing It Goes About, And Hurts The One Who Is Possessed By It More Than The One Against Whom It Is Directed.

Give Me Hunger, Pain And Want, Shut Me Out With Shame And Failure From Your Doors Of Gold And Fame, Give Me Your Shabbiest, Weariest Hunger! But Leave Me A Little Love.

It Is The Business Of Little Minds To Shrink.

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.