I found a collection of E.B. White’ essays – The Second Tree from the Corner – while staying in the Seawatch cabin last month (more on that later). The title essay is especially beautiful and there’s a great piece about thieves stealing a car’s tires while leaving valuable jewelry untouched. “Roses are red,” the thieves write, “violets are blue – we like your jewels but your tires are new.” Not a poetic thief, White argues, but a case “of a poet who was willing to attempt any desperate thing, even larceny, in order to place his poem.” How long the poet much have searched, White writes, to find just the right spot for this particular verse: “Poets endure much for the sake of their art.”