A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

I Wonder If It Hurts To Live, And If They Have To Try, And Whether, Could They Choose Between, They Would Not Rather Die.

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.

I Am Nobody! Who Are You? Are You A Nobody, Too?

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.