And I Rejoiced In Being What I

My Papa's Waltz: The Whiskey On Your Breath Could Make A Small Boy Dizzy; But I Hung On Like Death: Such Waltzing Was Not Easy. We Romped Until The Pans Slid From The Kitchen Shelf; My Mother's Countenance Could Not Unfrown Itself. The Hand That Held My Wrist Was Battered On One Knuckle; At Every Step You Missed My Right Ear Scraped A Buckle. You Beat Time On My Head With A Palm Caked Hard By Dirt, Then Waltzed Me Off To Bed Still Clinging To Your Shirt.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.