The Poem Is Sad Because It Wants

The Summer Demands And Takes Away Too Much. /but Night, The Reserved, The Reticent, Gives More Than It Takes

Once A Happy Old Man One Can Never Change The Core Of Things, And Light Burns You The Harder For It.

Death Is A New Office Building Filled With Modern Furniture, A Wise Thing, But Which Has No Purpose For Us.

Each Servant Stamps The Reader With A Look.

Most Reckless Things Are Beautiful In Some Way, And Recklessness Is What Makes Experimental Art Beautiful, Just As Religions Are Beautiful Because Of The Strong Possibilities That They Are Founded On Nothing.