We Do Not Pass Twice Through The

April Is The Cruellest Month.

I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

I Believe The Moment Of Birth Is When We Have Knowledge Of Death I Believe The Season Of Birth Is The Season Of Sacrifice.

I Grow Old … I Grow Old … I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled.

Signs Are Taken For Wonders. / 'we Would See A Sign!' / The Word Within A Word, Unable To Speak A Word, / Swaddled With Darkness.