There Is Only One Child In The

There Is A Formal Poetry Perfect Only In Form?the Number Of Syllables, The Designated And Required Stresses Of Accent, The Rhymes If Wantedthey Come Off With The Skill Of A Solved Crossword Puzzle.

Valor Is A Gift. Those Having It Never Know For Sure Whether They Have It Until The Test Comes.

I Am The People The Mob The Crowd The Mass. Do You Know That All The Great Work Of The World Is Done Through Me?

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time

The Peace Of Great Books Be For You, Stains Of Pressed Clover Leaves On Pages, Bleach Of The Light Of Years Held In Leather.