What Can The Dove Of Jesus Give

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

In The End, There Is No End.

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

Sometimes Nothing Is So Solid To Me As Writing - I Suppose That's What A Vocation Means - At Times A Torment, A Bad Conscience, But All In All, Purpose And Direction.

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot