The Dream Which Is Not Fed With

A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It Is What Protects Me.

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

You Are Sad Because They Abandon You And You Have Not Fallen.