What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Embrace all people with love.

Booze and boys, ain't nothing in the universe that'll make a girl stupid faster.

No matter how long grave acts tarry in their conceal places, light always move in on them.

Hi, I'm a buck tooth and I like to be outside past the lips.

Teach your heart that this is destiny

Where there is little risk, there is little reward.

Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.

The reason some younger women were willing to go out with my flabby, ageing self was that no one of their own age would put up with them for more than 10 minutes.

All photographs are self-portraits.

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