Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps ev… - Robert Frost

O Star (the fairest one in sight) We grant your loftiness the right To some obscurity of cloud — It will not do to say of night, Since dark is what brings out your light. Some mystery becomes the proud. But to be wholly taciturn In your reserve is not allowed. Say something to us that we can learn By heart and when alone repeat. Say something! And it says "I burn."

People are inexterminable — like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices — that's us.

Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think no more of wall-builders than fools.