The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

You're Searching... For Things That Don't Exist; I Mean Beginnings. Ends And Beginnings - There Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

New Is A Word For Fools In Towns Who Think Style Upon Style In Dress And Thought At Last Must Get Somewhere.