But outer Space,
At least this far,
For all the fuss
Of the populace
Stays more popular
Than populous

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

From the outskirts of the town,
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.

Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah! the oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.

Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun,
But alas! they seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.

Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.

If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me

I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

I don't care how God-**** smart
these guys are:     I'm bored.