Word I Was In My Life Alone,

The Only Way Round Is Through.

I Have Been One Acquainted With The Night. I Have Walked Out In Rain - And Back In Rain. I Have Outwalked The Furthest City Light. I Have Looked Down The Saddest City Lane. I Have Passed By The Watchman On His Beat And Dropped My Eyes, Unwilling To Explain.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

The Only Way Around Is Through.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.