Nature Does Not Complete Things. She Is

A Poem Begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness.

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

We Disparage Reason. But All The Time It's What We're Most Concerned With. There's Will As Motor And There's Will As Brakes. Reason Is, I Suppose, The Steering Gear.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.