At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

next to of course god america i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my ''poems'' are competing.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.