I Never Knew What Was Meant By

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

They Cannot Scare Me With Their Empty Spaces Between Stars—on Stars Where No Human Race Is. I Have It In Me So Much Nearer Home To Scare Myself With My Own Desert Places.

We Dance Round In A Ring And Suppose, But The Secret Sits In The Middle And Knows.

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.