Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.