The Footpath Down To The Well Is

The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.