I Have Miles To Go Before I

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

I Have Just Been To A City In The West, A City Full Of Poets, A City They Have Made Safe For Poets. The Whole City Is So Lovely That You Do Not Have To Write It Up To Make It Poetry; It Is Ready-made For You. But, I Don't Know - The Poetry Written In That City Might Not Seem Like Poetry If Read Outside Of The City. It Would Be Like The Jokes Made When You Were Drunk; You Have To Get Drunk Again To Appreciate Them.