Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round