1902 - 1971
American poet and humourist, playwright, columnist for the New Yorker Magazine, author of 19 books of poetry including Free Wheeling (1931)
|I think that I shall never see / A billboard lovely as a tree / Indeed, unless the billboards fall / I'll never see a tree at all.|
1959 - from "Song of the Open Road" in Verses from 1929 On
|Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.|
1940 - from Baby, What Makes the Sky Blue?
|Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long.|