The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law