O Happy Dogs Of England, Bark Well

All Poetry Has To Do Is To Make A Strong Communication. All The Poet Has To Do Is Listen. The Poet Is Not An Important Fellow. There Will Also Be Another Poet.

Unpopular, Lonely And Loving, Elinor Need Not Trouble, For If She Were Not So Loving, She Would Not Be So Miserable.

Truth Is Far And Flat, And Fancy Is Fiery; And Truth Is Cold, And People Feel The Cold, And They May Wrap Themselves Against It In Fancies That Are Fiery, But They Should Not Call Them Facts; And, Generally, Poets Do Not; They Are Shrewd, They Feel The Cold, Too, But They Know A Hawk From A Handsaw, A Fact From A Fancy, As None Knows Better.

If I Lie Down On My Bed I Must Be Here, But If I Lie Down In My Grave I May Be Elsewhere.

The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.