Modern Poets Talk Against Business, Poor Things,

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father's.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Thy Leaves Have Ripened To The Fall; Tomorrow's Wind, If It Be Wild, Should Waste Them All. The Crows Above The Forest Call; Tomorrow They May Form And Go. O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow. Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief. Hearts Not Averse To Being Beguiled, Beguile Us In The Way You Know. Release One Leaf At Break Of Day; At Noon Release Another Leaf; One From Our Trees, One Far Away.

Love At The Lips Was Touch As Sweet As I Could Bear; And Once That Seemed Too Much; I Lived On Air.