Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.

Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering Earth In Forgetful Snow

April Is The Cruellest Month.

In Life There Is Not Time To Grieve Long.

He Laughed Like An Irresponsible Foetus.

Yet With These April Sunsets, That Somehow Recall My Buried Life, And Paris In The Spring, I Feel Immeasurably At Peace, And Find The World To Be Wonderful And Youthful Afterall