Give Me Your Hand Out Of The

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees

Why Wasn't Christopher Columbus Able To Discover Spain?

Writing Poetry, We Live Among The Wild Beasts, And When We Touch A Man, The Stuff Of Someone In Whom We Believed, And He Goes To Pieces Like A Rotten Pie, You... Gather Together Whatever Can Be Salvaged, While I Cup My Hands Around The Live Coal Of Life.