All Men Love You For Themselves. I

For Life Goes Not Backward, Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

But If In Your Fear You Would Seek Only Love's Peace And Love's Pleasure, Then It Is Better For You That You Cover Your Nakedness And Pass Out Of Love's Threshing-floor, Into The Seasonless World Where You Shall Laugh, But Not All Of Your Laughter, And Weep, But Not All Of Your Tears.

Yes, There Is A Nirvanah; It Is Leading Your Sheep To A Green Pasture, And In Putting Your Child To Sleep, And In Writing The Last Line Of Your Poem

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative