The Supernatural Is Only The

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

I Am Going To Learn To Make Bread Tomorrow. So If You May Imagine Me With My Sleeves Rolled Up, Mixing Flour, Milk, Saleratus, Etc., With A Deal Of Grace. I Advise You If You Dont Know How To Make The Staff Of Life To Learn With Dispatch.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, On Winter Afternoons, That Oppresses, Like The Weight Of Cathedral Tunes.