Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

For Frequent Tears Have Run; The Colours From My Life.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.