Beware The Easy Griefs /

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

I Am An Ordinary Human Being Who Is Impelled To Write Poetry. ... I Still Do Feel That A Poet Has A Duty To Words, And That Words Can Do Wonderful Things, And It's Too Bad To Just Let Them Lie There Without Doing Anything With And For Them.

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.