A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.

At Midnight Tears Run Into Your Ears.