Jokes Are Unanswerable Objections.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

The Media: Bold Sex And Violence, Timid Politics And Morals.

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

My Nostalgia Is For The Impossible.