Love Is Not Love That

The Human Creature Is Alone In His Carapace. Poetry Is A Strong Way Out.

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

Unpopular, Lonely And Loving, Elinor Need Not Trouble, For If She Were Not So Loving, She Would Not Be So Miserable.

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

The Flower And Fruit Of Love Are Mine The Ant, The Fieldmouse And The Mole