In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us . . . . That The Wisest Word Man Reaches Is The Humblest He Can Speak?

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.