Youth Sees Too Far To See How

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.