Beggars Remind Us That Not All Miseries

Habit Keeps My Life Going, With Occasional Pushes From Desire.

The Sheen Of Ocean Gleams On The Blue Fish-plate.

The Little Suckings And Smackings Of The Perversions Are The Sounds Of Joyous Infancy.

Early Every Morning An Old Woman Goes To The Market To Curse A Grocery Clerk, Who Curses Back.

I Am Now Old Enough To Make Common Cause With My Predecessors Against My Successors.