The Truth--a Hideous Spectacle!

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?

Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea And Sea.

The Wind Shrieks, The Wind Grieves; It Dashes The Leaves On Walls, It Whirls Then Again; And The Enormous Sleeper Vaguely And Stupidly Dreams And Desires To Stir, To Resist A Ghost Of Pain.

The Wandering One, The Inquisitive Dreamer Of Dreams, The Eternal Asker Of Answers, Stands In The Street, And Lifts His Palms For The First Cold Ghost Of Rain.

One Is Least Sure Of One's Self, Sometimes, When One Is Most Positive.