I Never Dared To Be Radical When

You're Searching... For Things That Don't Exist; I Mean Beginnings. Ends And Beginnings - There Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

Poets Need Not Go To Niagara To Write About The Force Of Falling Water.

Yet Some Say Love By Being Thrall And Simply Staying Possesses All In Several Beauty That Thought Fares Far To Find Fused In Another Star.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.