The Truth Is The River Flows Into

I Never Knew What Was Meant By Choice Of Words. It Was One Word Or None.

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

A Liberal Is A Man Too Broadminded To Take His Own Side In A Quarrel.

Poetry Begins In Trivial Metaphors, Pretty Metaphors, "grace" Metaphors, And Goes On To The Profoundest Thinking That We Have. Poetry Provides The One Permissible Way Of Saying One Thing And Meaning Another. People Say, "why Don’t You Say What You Mean?" We Never Do That, Do We, Being All Of Us Too Much Poets. We Like To Talk In Parables And In Hints And In Indirections - Whether From Diffidence Or Some Other Instinct.