Youth Yearns To Youth, Full Blood Loves

Life Is The Thing--the Song Of Life-- The Eager Plow, The Thirsty Knife!

Separate We Come, And Separate We Go, And This Be It Known, Is All That We Know.

I'm Afraid I Wasn't Much Of A Student, But My Casual Reading Was Enormous.

The Days, The Nights, Flow One By One Above Us. The Hours Go Silently Over Our Lifted Faces. We Are Like Dreamers Who Walk Beneath A Sea. Beneath High Walls We Flow In The Sun Together. We Sleep, We Wake, We Laugh, We Pursue, We Flee.

I Began By Doing Book Reviews On The Typewriter And Then Went Over To Short Stories On The Machine, Meanwhile Sticking To Pencil For Poetry.