There Is An Eagle In Me That

Somebody's Little Girl- How Easy It Is To Make A Sob Story Over Who She Once Was And Who She Now Is.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

There Have Been As Many Varieties Of Socialists As There Are Wild Birds That Fly In The Woods And Sometimes Go Up And On Through The Clouds.

I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying To Do A Poem About America.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.