In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is

I Have Seen The Moment Of My Greatness Flicker, And I Have Seen The Eternal Footman Hold My Coat, And Snicker, And In Short, I Was Afraid.

Hurry Up, Please, Its Time.

Time Past And Time Future Allow But A Little Consciousness. To Be Conscious Is Not To Be In Time.

I Had Seen Birth And Death But Had Thought They Were Different.

Here I Am, An Old Man In A Dry Month, Being Read To By A Boy, Waiting For Rain.