Takes more than combat gear to make a man<br>Takes more than a license for a gun<br>Confront your enemies$$$ avoid them when you can<br>A gentleman will walk but never run.

It's a big enough umbrella$$$ but it's always me that ends up getting wet.

Good dog$$$' she said$$$ stoking his head. 'Good sweet dog.' That was one of the great things about dogs. They always loved you no matter what was going on.

The old seraph$$$ parcel-gilded$$$ among violets <br>Inhaled the appointed odor$$$ while the doves <br>Rose up like phantoms from chronologies.

I do not know which to prefer$$$ <br>The beauty of inflections <br>Or the beauty of innuendoes$$$ <br>The blackbird whistling <br>Or just after.

Poetry is a finikin thing of air<br>That lives uncertainly and not for long<br>Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

Eyes dripping blue$$$ so much to learn.

... unreal things have a reality of their own$$$ in poetry as elsewhere.

The palm stands on the edge of space.<br>The wind moves slowly in the branches.<br>The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

We must endure our thoughts all night$$$ until the bright obvious stands motionless in cold.