You Have Freedom When You're Easy In

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.