The What Is So Much More Important

Where The Dead Walked And The Living Were Made Of Cardboard.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

And In The Mean Time My Songs Will Travel, And The Devirginated Young Ladies Will Enjoy Them When They Have Got Over The Strangeness

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.