Language That Tells Us, Through A More

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

Life Is The Game That Must Be Played.