I'm A Great Dog Fanatic. My Own

I'm A Poet,' The Young Man Said, 'and It's My Job To Remember The Sadness Of Things.

She Was A Sea: And I Had To Swim In Her.

The Great Grey Beast February Had Eaten Harvey Swick Alive.

There Is No Delight The Equal Of Dread

The World Had Seen So Many Ages: The Age Of Enlightenment; Of Reformation; Of Reason. Now, At Last, The Age Of Desire. And After This, An End To Ages; An End, Perhaps, To Everything.