Let The Rain Sing You

Lawrence Has A Wonderful Hill In It, With A University On Top And The First Time I Ran Away From Home, I Ran Up The Hill And Looked Across The World: Kansas Wheat Fields And The Kaw River, And I Wanted To Go Some Place, Too. I Got A Whipping For It.

Rest At Pale Evening... A Tall Slim Tree... Night Coming Tenderly Black Like Me

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Pleasured Equally In Seeking As In Finding, Each Detail Minding, Old Walt Went Seeking And Finding.

Life Is An Egg You Have To Be Patient And Careful With It Or It Will Break.