I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting. . . . Read It A Hundred Times; It Will Forever Keep Its Freshness As A Metal Keeps Its Fragrance. It Can Never Lose Its Sense Of A Meaning That Once Unfolded By Surprise As It Went.

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.