There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will. - Robert Frost

But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago.

THE FIGURE A POEM MAKES

No one can really hold that ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life- Not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.