I Read The Way A Person Might

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

The End Of Life Has Its Own Nature, Also Worth Our Attention.

I Go Down To The Shore I Go Down To The Shore In The Morning And Depending On The Hour The Waves Are Rolling In Or Moving Out, And I Say, Oh, I Am Miserable, What Shall— What Should I Do? And The Sea Says In Its Lovely Voice: Excuse Me, I Have Work To Do.

Today Again I Am Hardly Myself. It Happens Over And Over.