But The More Poetry One Reads The

You Are A Queen. Let Mine Be The Joy Of Giving You Your Kingdom.

To Be Alive And To Be A ‘writer’ Is Enough.

If One Really Does Try To Find Out Why It Is That People Don't Leave Each Other, One Discovers A Mystery. It Is Because They Can't; They Are Bound. And Nobody On Earth Knows What Are The Bonds That Bind Them Except Those Two.

What Happiness It Is To Listen To Rain At Night; Joyful Relief, Ease; A Lapping-round And Hushing And Brooding Tenderness, All Are Mingled Together In The Sound Of The Fast-falling Rain. God, Looking Down Upon The Rainy Earth, Sees How Faint Are These Lights Shining In Little Windows, - How Easily Put Out.

Now's The Time When Children's Noses All Become As Red As Roses And The Colour Of Their Faces Makes Me Think Of Orchard Places Where The Juicy Apples Grow, And Tomatoes In A Row.