Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us.

The City Is All Right. To Live In One Is To Be Civilized, Stay Up And Read Or Sing And Dance All Night And See Sunrise By Waiting Up Instead Of Getting Up.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

It's God - I Recognised Him From Blake's Picture.

We Love The Things We Love For What They Are.