My Small Boat

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

Poem
If the night flights keep you awake
I will call London Airport and tell them
to land their dangerous junk elsewhere.
And if you fall asleep with the sleeve
of my jacket under your head,
sooner than wake you, I’ll cut it off.
But if you say:
‘Fix me a plug on this mixer’,
I grumble and take my time.

They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.

It is better to make your own mistakes than to copy someone else’s

Stray Birds
Stray birds of summer come to my
window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which
have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sigh.

Never read any book that is not a year old.