Sometimes I Get Up At

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.