The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.