Since it's April Fools' Day and also the first day of National Poetry Month (as declared by the Academy of American Poets), let us start out with a little Robert Frost:
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee,
And I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
Frost wrote a number of little poems like that of two or three lines. Some are playful, some are deep, most are both. Where a lesser poet, even if a similar idea had occurred to him, would have tried stretching it into at least eight lines, Frost got to the immediate point and quit.
For evidence that Frost was a master of the succinct profundity, look no further than his poem entitled "Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length." Although I like the poem very much, I've always wondered why he bothered to write it -- the title says it all.
Happy (high and long) April to all.
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