Nothing Would Give Up Life:

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.