On Having Mis-identified A Wild Flower
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
Richard Wilbur
mr u will not be missed
who as an anthologist
sold the many on the few
not excluding mr u
E.E. Cummings (writing about Louis Untermeyer)
The Span of Life
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
Robert Frost
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