A Lot Happens By Accident In Poetry.

The Secrets Of Success Are A Good Wife And A Steady Job. My Wife Told Me.

A Lot Happens By Accident In Poetry.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.

Occasionally A Student Writer Comes Up With Something Really Beautiful And Moving, And You Won't Know For Years If It Was An Accident Or The First Burst Of Something Wonderful.