I Had Seen Birth And

Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain From Prison.

In Spite Of All The Dishonour, The Broken Standards, The Broken Lives, The Broken Faith In One Place Or Another, There Was Something Left That Was More Than The Tales Of Old Men On Winter Evenings.

Now That The Lilacs Are In Bloom She Has A Bowl Of Lilacs In Her Room

For I Have Known Them All Already, Known Them All— Have Known The Evenings, Mornings, Afternoons, I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

So First, Your Memory I'll Jog, And Say: A Cat Is Not A Dog