I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.