I Dwell In Possibility.

The Past Is Not A Package One Can Lay Away.

I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road A Robber'd Like The Look Of,-- Wooden Barred, And Windows Hanging Low

I See Thee Better In The Dark I Do Not Need A Light.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.