Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

I Can't Go On Flying Apart Just For Those Who Want The Benefit Of A Few Verbal Kicks. My God, Do You Know What Poems Like That Cost? They're Not Written Vicariously: They Come Out Of Actual Suffering, Real Madness.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.