Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

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.

In Spring More Mortal Singers Than Belong To Any One Place Cover Us With Song. Thrush, Bluebird, Blackbird, Sparrow, And Robin Throng.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.