In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.

Our Children Tremble In Their Teen-age Cribs, Whirling Off On A Thumb Or A Motorcycle.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.