The World Stands Out On Either Side,

And Must I Then, Indeed, Pain, Live With You All Through My Life?-sharing My Fire, My Bed, Sharing-oh, Worst Of All Things!-the Same Head?- And, When I Feed Myself, Feeding You Too?

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

This Have I Known Always: Love Is No More Than The Wide Blossom Which The Wind Assails, Than The Great Tide That Treads The Shifting Shore, Strewing Fresh Wreckage Gathered In The Gales; Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn, That The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.