Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders

I Shall Imagine Life Is Not Worth Dying,if (and When)roses Complain Their Beauties Are In Vain But Though Mankind Persuades Itself That Every Weed's A Rose,roses(you Feel Certain)will Only Smile

O To Be In Finland/ Now That Russia's Here)

-before Leaving My Room I Turn, And (stooping Through The Morning) Kiss This Pillow, Dear Where Our Heads Lived And Were.

The World Is Mud-luscious And Puddle-wonderful.

Suppose Life Is An Old Man Carrying Flowers On His Head.